Hi all! I wrote a little story about No Tears at the Gathering Place and there was a sap there named Calvin crying in his beer. I would like to invite you for a friendly visit to The Gathering Place. Please come with made up friends or real. Caveat: mention Calvin in some capacity. Have fun!
It turned out to be fun doing this, Olive. I just had to warm up to the idea a little bit at first and overcome a bit of shyness. Now I hope we do more of these things, as they are great writing exercises. Thanks for starting this.
I want to say, I hope she gets many balls rolling, but somehow that doesn't sound right. At least, it's not quite what I mean, but I am wondering about which ball she gets rolling next, or if it should be one of us who gets a ball rolling? Isn't there a bit of prosaic poetry around that needs answering? I must have a look at that. How about you, Roberta?
Nice Calvin-piece, Irene. I like the dubious nature of the narrator... that's one of my favorite ploys--the unreliable, or unexpected voice of narration. Well done. By the way, if there ever were a tee-shirt about "kiss me I'm an American" it would be made in some mill in Mexico, printed in Sri Lanka, and sold by a Jamaican street vendor. -Dude
Thanks Dude, you're most than likely right about the T-shirt, although I wonder if any American would be caught alive wearing it. Since my daughter is an American, and I lived there for 22 years, I feel that I can say that.
You could wear a T-shirt that said "Kiss me, I'm from San Francisco." Although anybody could kiss you then. Green frogs could kiss you and turn into queens, no pun intended, although...