By Demeter

Reporting from Athens, Greece

May 18, 2010

The Parthenon

Your correspondents are happy to report to anyone who stumbles upon this blog, looking for entertainment or knowledge (or both), that Cheri and Judge Blah did make it to Athens last night  in time for dinner.

But their journey was not without our help.

Here I must commend Hermes, Messenger God, and a fellow with an uncanny ability to cross over boundaries and fly through worlds past and present, heavenly and hellish, to assist Gods and mortals in pressing matters.

And what could be more pressing than Cheri and Judge Blah being around the table this afternoon with other students, learning about one of our own mortals here in Ancient Greece: the military general, political orator, man about town and playboy, philosophy student, and bisexual guy  in the center of his own Olympus: Alcibiades ( 450-404 BCE).

Without Hermes, speaking French at Charles De Gaulle Airport and dressed in drag in a funky Air France outfit (accentuated with a florescent green cape that caused the Sea of Travelers to part) they never would have had dinner atop the hotel and viewed this stunning image of the Parthenon, lit up on the Acropolis.

We have been called upon by Gods and mortals alike to render magic tricks big and small, but this one took the Ambrosia.

Thank you, Hermes.

(Hermes winks, taps his Winged Cap to the left, says No Big Deal, and grabs his lyre.)