My friend’s wife, Rachel, told me about Albert, the boy who walks backwards, one time I was in London. It was around the same time when I was permanently anxious, due in no small part to a recurring dream I was having where I fall down some stairs. We were waiting on a delivery of Chinese food and I was wondering which credit card was least likely to ricochet when it came the time to pay for the glutinous proportions we had ordered when Rachel suddenly felt the need to mention Albert. “What?” I said, when nothing else was forthcoming. She might as well have said when the bell rings . That would have generated an equal amount of anticipation for what should come next: when the bell rings, what ? “He’s Albert,” she reiterated, “the boy who walks backwards. That’s it.” After probing a little bit more, I didn't get any worthwhile information. Rachel and her husband to’d and fro’d to the kitchen table, crossing each other’s paths in opposite directions as they stocked the table w...
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You're Good Friend,
Tommy D_____
PS; Keep up the good work and maybe I'll drop in and scratch your back, where it itches. What I mean to say is, "I'm not into circlejerks but I may drop in with a kind, encouraging word." Capeesh?
I’m thinking, perhaps it’s time to get down with the odd old rhyme, or for the lack of it, the luck of the rhythm. There is no better way that I'm aware of, to bash a thought or an idea into someone's head. People talk, and some of them stutter, but nobody stutters when they sing this song: Day-o! Day-o! Daylight comes and we want to go home. Day! We say day! We say day! We say day-ay-ay-o! Daylight comes and we want to go home. We work all night and we drink the rum, daylight comes and we want to go home. We stack bananas till the morning comes, daylight comes and we want to go home. Come Mr. Tally-Man, tally these bananas, daylight comes and we want to go home. It's six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch! Daylight comes and we want to go home. Day! We say day-ay-ay-o! Daylight comes and we want to go home. A beautiful bunch of ripe bananas, hide the deadly black tarantulas, daylight comes and we want to go home.
Democracy and Iraq, Obama, Hillary and Jack
Let’s (w)rap this up a bit: If what the world is observing during this democratic race between Hillary and Barack Obama is any indication of what the USA is trying to “sell” in Iraq – you know – the conversation might go something like this: “What y’all need over here in Iraq is democracy,” the high honcho from New York began, “you know what I’m saying Jack? A new way to govern! A new way to manage and distribute the wealth of your nation. Y’all got television sets here in Iraq, right? I’m not saying flat screens, or plasmas, or anything like that Jack, just good old tubes, before remotes were invented, will do the trick, nicely. No guns, no bombs, just tubes, Jack, and here’s the beauty part, all you really need is one channel. But that’s the first thing you’re going to need, Jack. A channel in every home. What I’m getting at here Jack, is communications. Electronic communications, Jack. Y’all got that? Cause that’s the first thing your going to need in order to establish a democracy. You don’t find no democracy in the jungle, Jack, it has to be established! Now, before we go into any serious details about the democratic process, or game, as some people like to call it, do you have any serious questions, Jack?”
“Nope. No serious questions, just carry on...well actually, come to think of it, I was just wondering. Other than taxes and lotteries, how do you get more money from the people that are governed by democracy? I mean if you can’t simply take their money whenever you want or need to do something that takes money to accomplish, if you can’t just straight-arm them or stumble upon them in the night, or probe their craniums until they howl, how do you get their money?”
“We’ll come to that later Jack, but first things first. Democracy can get a bit complicated. There is plenty of territory that needs to be covered, and I have room for that, but I think a little bit of chronology is in order, so let’s start form the beginning, shall we? But before we get into that, I want you to think about what I’m about to say, Jack, and try not to get overly excited.”
Your Good Friend,
Tommy D_____
Professor of Smozology
(to be continued…perhaps)
I am on a mission that will keep me otherwise occupied until a week from tomorrow. See you soon.
Keep her lit sir,
Paul
* friend and buddy
As for the Shedfest, I'm thinking thematically, but it depends on the shed. If it's pleasantly situated, try House of the Rising Sun. If it needs a lick of paint to bring it up to scratch, perhaps Paint it Black, or White Room. Is the event all to be held inside, or will the audience spill out? (Within You Without You). Or,if it's truly a working building, how about Now I'm a Farmer?
Suddenly it doesn't seem such a bad thing that I've stayed away so long, does it?
P
you're a creative powerhouse. you must have some mighty muses.