Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Shine On Your Grave

Here's a section of a longer piece -- working away! Hope you're having a good St. Patrick's Day and saving your energy for the green beer later tonight.

During my senior year of high school, there were no quotes on the chalkboard from Dr. E. Amer to read each day. Hank had left for college, taking his poetry and tidbits of wisdom with him. In junior high, he'd come up with a pen name to make his statement. It took me a few months to realize Dr. E. Amer was Hank, the name a clever nod to his romantic vision of himself as a dreamer, a perception that degenerated even more quickly than his sight. I always dreaded the days when Hank didn't leave a message on the board and wrote "Dr. E. Amer is on vacation."

Now he was always on vacation and I marked off the days until I left for college on a large promotional calender complements of K-Bobs, the local steakhouse where my friend Robin worked. Robin had one blue eye and one green, like a cat, and she did little tabs of LSD she brought to homeroom almost every morning. Despite my miseries, I couldn't bring myself to try it. Robin wore smeared red lipstick and admitted to me that she often woke up in the morning, unaware of what happened the previous night.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"May the light of heaven shine on your grave." Irish blessing

Cocktail Hour
Drinking jewelry suggestion:

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy St. Patrick's Day!


Anonymous said...

Hi, Michelle!

Nice cupcakes!

Anonymous said...

Nices cookies" too!--Short bus and Special

Anonymous said...

Happy St. Patrick's Day! The gays and Italians are jealous!--Sheamus O'Failon

Charles Gramlich said...

I never liked not remembering. but it never really happened with beer. Happened once with Champagne.

Laura Benedict said...

Glad you're getting lots of writing done--I always love what you put up.

This weekend my nephew announced that a leprechaun visits their house every St. Pat's Day and turns the toilet water and milk green. Bengal was very impressed. Darned if that stupid leprechaun skipped our house again this year. Silly leprechaun!

the walking man said...

It took me a while even with your hint to get Hanks pen name. He was very clever eh?

Of all the people I know you are one of the few who I can say with a certainty were much better off not doing the dlysergicaciddiethylamide.

I really like this section, much tighter and better reading for me. No I am not stoned right now as I write this comment.

jodi said...

Hiya Lassie, Grouchie gets all the good snacks! LSD tabs were big when I was in high school too. Blotter acid I think they called it. I, like you, never felt the need. Oh, and if that is your gymnastic leotard--I'm gonna kick your scrawny ass. Mine has LONG since been retired...