The Girl Next Door

I saw the heavyset woman that I thought Harvard Tom liked. She was pushing a Bundle Buggy up the hill. She had on a pair of headphones, and on closer inspection there was a small dog in the Bundle Buggy. The buggy was lined with pillows and blankets. The dog looked nervous, as if he thought he was being marched off to his own death. I’m not sure why she wasn’t just walking the dog. Maybe he has a condition of some sort.

If I had to guess, I’d guess that Tom’s girl is a little off in the ticker. She looked like she was on medication. There was a slow stoic quality to her movement. Hypnotic is another word for it.

I’d like to talk to her some day, but she seems like an introvert. Headphones and introspection, the Bundle Buggy, and the girl next door.        

Bunnies From Heaven

I spent Easter Sunday with the family. We have a long tradition of getting together to eat and take pictures and have an Easter egg hunt. I seldom if ever feel like attending, but once I’m there it’s not half bad.

I don’t have a whole lot in common with my family. They tend to be normal with steady jobs and kids. I’m the black sheep, the artist. I don’t play golf and I don’t go to church. I read, and try to learn as much as I can about the world around me.

I have one cousin, the only thing he can talk about is golf. There’s not much to his personality, just golf, god, and aircraft and missile components. He said a prayer before the meal, and all I could think about while he was praying was, what a phony!

Thank you god for this meal, and the special order of ACR gun parts, and bless those who prepared the food, and thank you for the bombs bursting in air, and the rockets red glare, and we ask these things in your name, amen.

              "Baaa!" the black sheep says, "baaa!