Arnold, Wendell, and Mabel were at the Jane Austen convention, for the two hundred and first anniversary of the Regency Period author’s passing.
“Remember,” Mabel told her friends, “Try to pass for really smart. We want to blend in.”
Χαίρετε” , her friends intoned in unison.
“Not quite that smart,” she chided them.
They enjoyed a nice leisurely weekend listening to speeches about life in Georgian England, and finding out all about the object of their admiration.
At the end of it all, Wendell opined: “One of these days we should at least read something of hers.”
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“I’ve just found out that my oldest friend, Earl, has died,” I told Paul. “We were friends in Jackson Heights until we were twelve years old. Then I moved to Lindenhurst.”
“Even today I can remember his parents’ thick Puerto Rican accents, and how his brother, Junior, used to pick on me. It just goes to show what happens when someone makes a really lasting impression. We never got a chance to meet again, in person, after September 11, 1971, though it might as well have been yesterday.”
I then went to Youtube to listen to Mary Hopkin’s “Those Were the Days”.
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Abner was gone for the day so, of course, Gladys was confronted with one of her visitors.
Whenever she was alone, she was always subjected to this unwelcome company.
“Is this a foretaste of Hell?!” she desperately wondered. “Am I being given a cryptic warning?!”
The visions never once spoke. They were such sad spectacles, in black and white. She knew something was awfully wrong because instead of recoiling in horror at these sights, neighbors always passed by as if nothing were happening.
“Now at least it’s only a matter of time, she stated. “Tuesday’s the moment of truth.”
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It’s the Fourth of July in northeastern Pennsylvania. Naturally I’m partying with kin in Hilldale. A gang of cousins and I go to nearby Wilkes~Barre to see the historical exhibitions in the Square.
“Northeastern Pa.’s loaded with military history,” Joe and Ron, our Viet Nam veteran cousins, remind us. “Remember,” Ron said. “We have to leave soon to see Queen Esther’s Bloody Rock in Wyoming Borough.”
At the end of our day, we get to go to Jitty Joe’s, in Scranton, for ice cream. That’s all so mundane, even with all the toppings, compared to what we see here.