Archive for June, 2011

Sundays With Ingrid


June 26th, 2011 Posted 8:48 am

When Ingrid walked into the kitchen, the Caddy safely back in the barn, Grampy was at the table eating peanuts, shells all over the place.

“A little nap,” he said. “Had it up to here with naps. Manage to keep yourself amused?”

“Yes,” Ingrid said. “Mr. Borum called. He said he heard a boom.”

From the expression on Grampy’s face, she could tell he wasn’t pals with Mr. Borum. “What did you tell him?” he asked.

“That we still had electricity.”

“Good girl,” said Grampy. “And honest, too. Peanuts?”

“No, thanks, Grampy. I better be getting home.”

“Take the pickup,” Grampy said.

Oh my God. “What did you say?”

Grampy laughed. “Just a little joke,” he said, rising. “Driving the tractor around the farm’s a lot different from a car on the open road. Don’t have to tell you that. You’re one of those kids with natural-born good judgment.”

Ingrid laughed too.

He drove her home in the pickup. Night had fallen. Grampy was quiet. The headlights bored a long tunnel in the darkness. Ingrid felt very safe there in the cab with Grampy, which was kind of crazy.

For no reason at all, she said, “You’re lucky, Grampy.”

“Hell, I know that,” said Grampy. “I’ve got you.”

He parked in front of 99 Maple Lane. Lights were on inside and the MPV was in the driveway. Ingrid opened the door, the manila envelope under her jacket.

“That little Greenpeace episode?” said Grampy. “Let’s keep it between you and me.”

Ingrid knew that wouldn’t be a problem. Secrets had different weights. The Greenpeace secret was a light one, easy to bear. Other secrets, she was learning, were much, much heavier.

“Night,” said Ingrid.

Grampy coughed. “Night,” he said, then coughed a few more times, the last one with a little wheeze at the end.

“Grampy, you all right?”

“One hundred and ten percent,” said Grampy.

From Down the Rabbit Hole.

Welcome Zen Cat Masquers and BearSpiritDog. Gemma – please retry.


RIP: Peter Falk


June 25th, 2011 Posted 7:39 am

“That raincoat!” says Admin.

“The turning back on his way out for one more thing thing!” Spence says.

“Don’t forget those movies he made with John Cassavetes.”

“Husbands. A Woman Under the Influence.”

“Cassavetes still among the living?”

“Nope. Not for  a long time.”

“RIP him, too.”

Welcome Buddy and Boomer.

And here’s a thing of beauty that we never get tired of:


Get Cookin’


June 24th, 2011 Posted 8:45 am

“Here’s where I am with time,” says Admin. “We go backward in our memories. We go forward in our imaginations. But what have we got for the here and now?”

“Didn’t get enough sleep, did you?” says Spence. “And besides, we’re supposed to be thinking about recipes.”

“Something with Slim Jims, perhaps?”

Suddenly I’m wide awake. Does that ever happen to you?

Welcome Annie. Harry, Jack and Anon. please try again.


They Get Their Man


June 23rd, 2011 Posted 8:42 am

“Hey,” Bernie says. “The FBI caught Whitey Bulger – never thought that would happen.”

The FBI. We’ve run into them once or twice. There was Agent Pottiger, for example. Bernie said he was the best paperwork guy he’d ever seen. He was also great at ironing shirts. He asked to borrow our iron! That was fun, the search for the iron. It ended up being in the freezer. That’s the kind of thing that happens at our place on Mesquite Road.

Welcome Sailor Jerry.


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