Fish in the Future

Here's a little something about a gate.

Richard sat in his van, waiting for someone inside the gate to buzz him in. Rain fell, making a racket above his head. The gate itself was a pretentious wrought-iron thing, with the letter K over the top. Right then, Richard thought the whole thing was over the top. The grounds inside the gate were wildly overgrown. Roses and hostas, their leaves big as an elephant's ear, yarrow, and big, gray bushes of Russian sage were squeezed together. Over on the right was the corner of a brick pool that disappeared into the teeming underbrush. Richard thought it looked like it might contain some of those big, multicolored carp sometimes seen in the lobbies of swank hotels. Later on, Richard would find out that he was exactly right. The intercom buzzed and crackled: "Follow the driveway around to the left. When you get to the house, pull in under the carport. Eldon will meet you there." The great gate opened, squealing on it's hinges. Richard pulled forward onto the grounds. "Eldon," he thought. "Eldon?"

Bob ;-)