To the left in the Northwest we find two Beagle Boy types in hats, beards, and boots stalking St. James coon. The coon is positioned over St. James Bay, showing his coon tail, which runs out over eastern Canada into the Atlantic. Beneath the coon, we have a small furry animal sucking a prong. This is probably a response to my article on "systolic" array processor technology and the "Synthetic Pleasures | How" of sexual connection toward the end of The Erotic Hots Study Guide, which contains some embarrassing but humorously interesting stories, practical information, and cautionary notes. The one closest to the blind resembles Faith Hill's husband Tim McGraw. It could also be a response to the associated mythology of Subterranean Homesick Blues, by Bob Dylan. I used to play this once in a while in my 1967-1973 period, and now it reminds me of the cup of the Big Dipper period 1991-2003, when I wrote science and engineering books as an experienced MSEE and physic grad student at home in a basement apartment. The body of my best science faction beer was written then, and "rains" over the world each Spring as the Big Dipper seems to empty itself over the Earth like the nourishment of Shakespeare's "gentle reign from heaven." The handle of the Big Dipper corresponds to my adventures in Florida in 1983-1989 and my resume Profile, which was the "handle" that I was gotten by for engineering assignments. The Big Dipper as a whole was "Charles Wain", or the "Chariot of Elijah" in star-charting mythology. The story begins when my first wife Susan Hull divorced me as Pegasus chasing after the hip pocket of Aquarius, at the zero hour of time. My "movie star" lifetime may have turned out like this because I worked extensively on the stars, (ZIPs) and perhaps because I was briefly taken over from space, and seemingly synchronized to the Big Energy of eternity by Timothy Leary in 1969. Whew! Another oddball story I've got is that I was Mr. Greenjeans in this, while Albert Einstein was my Captain Kangaroo! We had lots of exchanges in the Grandfather Zone by the Grandfather Clock, you see. I might add that at this time I, the Bear of the Big Dipper, am fiddling with "Lynx" on a worldwide net...