Monday, July 23, 2007

The Prodigal Stops By

You may have noticed that I haven’t mentioned Dave, the brother-in-law, of late. There is a reason for that and the reason isn’t that I haven’t written scarce a lick in a couple of weeks. I suppose that may be part of the reason. Okay, it is part of the reason, but not all of the reason. A better reason is that he hasn’t been around. He has been doing black smithy things over at the museum. I’m thinkin’ his wife may have him on a tight rein too. I’d never tell anyone that for fear of embarrassing his macho manly self.

Somewhere along the line, and a long line it is, I heard tell that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I don’t know if that is true. I am fair to middlin’ sure absence does dull the memory more than just a tad. Here a few days ago, I asked Kat if she’d talked to him and, maybe, made mention that I kind of missed seeing the lad. I missed him in a manly-man way, of course. Sort of in the way you miss scratching itchy toes after you cure the athlete’s foot.

As sure as no good deed is left unpunished, I made mention of the devil and he showed up at the door. The summer, and all that standing over a hot forge, isn’t doing the boy any harm. He’s lost enough weight that he should oughta write a diet book. I hate like hell to admit the pendajo is looking – as not bad as someone with his challenges can look.

We were all sitting around in the desk room, Kat call’s it the office, shooting the breeze. Somehow or another, the subject turned to movies. Kat made mention of the first movie she can remember seeing. I can’t recall what it was. I recall it wasn’t much of a movie and that it was a new release not all that long ago. She does that crap a lot, you know; deliberately and maliciously to make me feel old. Not that I need any help feeling old. All I have to do is get up in the morning.

I joined the conversation by telling them the first movie I remember was “Black Jack Ketchum, Desperado.” It turned out that was a lie because it was filmed in 1956 and I do remember earlier movies. I had the facts a little misfiled. That happens when your file cabinets are damned near full and you can’t alphabetize worth a tinker’s damn.

Dave rears back in Kat’s desk chair, looks me dead in …

Damn! I hate being interrupted like that. Kat just called me into the kitchen, pointed at a crawling insect and demanded, “Deal with that. You have more experience with them than I do.” It was a honey bee crawling across the counter.

Anyway, Dave was reared back in the chair, looking me dead in the eye, when he asks, “Buffalo, was that a talkie?”

Punk assed bitch!

Life is sweet – and now I’m going out in the 100 degree heat, smoke a cigarette, and try to figure out why.
Buffalo 5:57 PM

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