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
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Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy St. Patrick's Day!