Tuesday morning in skip week. No one is working, just pretending. No news in the newspaper -- that's good, that means nothing bad has happened, except for the usual, like a meth lab gets busted. Why would anyone do meth?
I think I will write to my friend Harvey Blume tonight. I haven't seen him since 1995, when I lived in Boston. Harvey lives in Brooklyn now. You couldn't pry him off the East Coast.
And I might call Bo Miller in LaConner, in the Skagit Valley, where I used to live. Bo is my very snobbiest friend. This annoys me, but he really can't help it. He treats everybody this way. I get mad at him, then I forgive him. It's been going on for years.
Or I could call Paul Schulte in Cinncinatti. Oh -- that's a good idea. He's one of my old pals from college. It's been a long time.
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I love this week. It's so quiet -- people pretending to work.
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News and commentary by Fred Owens in LaConner, a small town in the Skagit Valley. The story behind the name: There was once a grocery store in a quonset hut, run by Mr. Grobschmidt. Clyde, an old drunk who lived out on the river, thought that Mr. Grobschmidt looked like a frog, so he took to calling the store the "Frog Hospital." Now the quonset hut, Mr. Grobschmidt, and Clyde are all gone -- only this blog survives to carry on the Frog Hospital tradition.
1 comment:
Around here, Columbus, Ohio, it seems as if no one is working and amongst those of us who are working we are indeed pretending. I do not share your enjoyment for the silence. Silence has always disturbed me and the deafening quiet has given the day a somber tone. Living in a city one begins to expect noise and in fact it has become a comfort that tells me everything is running as it is suppose to. For me I need the noise to distract my brain and prevent it from wandering and concentrating too hard on issues beyond my control. Enjoy your silence while it lasts as where the first of the year the noise will return.
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