Sunday, November 15, 2015
More To Know,
Yup
-Was during the time I taught school in Montana.
-Whoa! Whoa-freakin-whoa! You taught school
in Montana?
-So I said.
-Known you five years! And you never said anything about...!
-Occasion never presented itself.
-And two of those years...ahem!...intimately.
-Well...was nice, but you got your Carl now.
-Earth moon stars! I wake up happy! Am I jinxing
things saying this?
-I’m non-believer in bushwah, so, no.
-Uh huh? Look! The Gary Cooper part is dead in
movies today.
-Yeah, it’s all Woody Callin.
-Allen.
-Whatever.
-Will there be further “reveals?” From Mysterioso?
-In time.
-Well, don’t forget the cookout. You can tell us
which of your old students made it in the cattle
and fashion industries.
-Bringing bagels.
-(sings) My home’s in Montana.
I wear a bandanna!
-New York Jew.
-Best of the best for our gang!
Labels: friends, Gary Cooper, Jew, laconic, Montana, New York, relationship, reticent, secretive
Sunday, January 06, 2013
Jewels
Maurice bought Rose a dishwasher and
had plumber Jock install it while she was at her meeting for the annual fete--she
and Maurice would again run the Beanbag Toss.
“What it cost? A dollar?”
“I’ll put it into…”
“Don’t even think about it! We’ll
have suds up the whazoo!
It comes with a bottle of some recommended
crap.”
“Yeah one capitalistic hand washes
the other.”
“Worry not, Rosie. This beauty
probably made in
China under Oriental Socialism.”
“Uh huh? The Long March of
Manufacturing!”
Once Maurice stopped instructing her
due to a mess
at his office, Rose got the hang
quite easily.
Though the last thing he said was she
was a Luddite
and would’ve been happy in her
grandmother’s time,
going to the drugstore for a copy of Ranch Romances.
She looked it up on the net and found
a story some pulp collector
had scanned in. A bashful cowboy
stands up to ruthless cattle barons.
One Delphina from Fifth Avenue
somehow finds her way into the
expansive neighborhood, falling for Gary
Cooper-ish him.
They’re partners for collective good,
but an obstacle is her having
lost her virtue to a New York sharpie.
Thus, no longer the cleanest
sagebrush on the acreage.
Cowboy, though, forgoes his mother’s implanted
advice and, well,
Love conquers all, and just about everything
else. And Rose, sort of.
“And at a penny a word!” she muses,
the dishwasher churning though
its weird sounds downstairs, Dawn glowing on a shelf like an
immense jewel.
Labels: Capitalism, China, Communism, dishwasher, Gary Cooper, Luddite, Ranch Romances, socialism
