One: Faithful readers will remember that our last posting dealt with the posthumous Pulitzer citation awarded Hank Williams. Since writing this, we have been visited nightly by the spectral presences of Alberta Slim, Hank the Yodelin' Ranger, and the entire casts of Hee-Haw and The Grand Ole Opry demanding to know why they have not received a similar honor. After we gave them the telephone number of the Pulitzer awards chairman, they vanished.
Two: We gave been engaged in the rehabilitation of Bob Slaigh. Bob, our resident sportscaster, took the Labor Day weekend to write his 3-Day Novel, which he vowed would be longer than "War and Peace," and which came in at six pages. While he finished his story, he was unable to break free of his fictional world, and it took great effort to bring him back to reality. "I don't want reality!" Bob cried. "I want to stay in my world of love-crazed Amazons!"
Finally we told Bob that football season has begun. He immediately snapped out of it and sat down in front of a TV screen with a bucket of Chicken McNuggets and a case of Chokecherry Slushy.
We don't expect to hear from Bob again until several days after the Super Bowl.
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