Hey Jim… thanks for this lovely evocative piece. I hope a future piece will pick up the trail of you and your bride after your return to the Michigan dairy farm. Your journey is a lovely off-ramp from the likes of Greg Abbott, Donald Trump and the rest of the Republican miller moths who blanket our lives with their scales.
BTW, I enjoyed the little typo, intended or otherwise: “Steve’s clip-on tie was gray and hanging sideways against his faded blue dress shit…”🤗
Thanks, Dave. I do get weary writing about politics but it also feels important. BTW, I changed the typo on the website, but can't do anything about already dispatched email. I did two line edits on that piece and still didn't catch that. Shows why everybody needs an editor.
Funny coincidence. I got a call yesterday from a guy named Steve in East Cut-and-Shoot, Texas, who publishes a little community newspaper and asked me if I thought you'd be interested in letting it syndicate you. I asked him if he'd pay for you and the little red-haired girl to visit East Cut-and-Shoot and suss out the community dynamics to see if it would be propitious for you, and he then hung up on me.
Belated comment on the Searcy story. Curious about when that happened. I managed the White County Library from 1980 to 1984. Part of the job was talking to the folk at the local radio station once a week. Don't recall anybody's name or even the station call letters.
Hey Bruce - This was the fall of '75, a bit before your time at the library. I only met the GM and the chief engineer, and I could not recall their names, either. I might have just erased them from my brain pan. Still haven't met two people as tone deaf and socially inept in all my almost 50 years of constant travel since that time. I don't remember the call letters, either.
Hey Jim… thanks for this lovely evocative piece. I hope a future piece will pick up the trail of you and your bride after your return to the Michigan dairy farm. Your journey is a lovely off-ramp from the likes of Greg Abbott, Donald Trump and the rest of the Republican miller moths who blanket our lives with their scales.
BTW, I enjoyed the little typo, intended or otherwise: “Steve’s clip-on tie was gray and hanging sideways against his faded blue dress shit…”🤗
Thanks, Dave. I do get weary writing about politics but it also feels important. BTW, I changed the typo on the website, but can't do anything about already dispatched email. I did two line edits on that piece and still didn't catch that. Shows why everybody needs an editor.
Funny coincidence. I got a call yesterday from a guy named Steve in East Cut-and-Shoot, Texas, who publishes a little community newspaper and asked me if I thought you'd be interested in letting it syndicate you. I asked him if he'd pay for you and the little red-haired girl to visit East Cut-and-Shoot and suss out the community dynamics to see if it would be propitious for you, and he then hung up on me.
He sounded like he was wearing a clip-on tie.
I guarantee he was wearing a clip on tie.
Cut-N-Shoot needs more Democrats. Let's all go to Cut-N-Shoot and take their clipons.
I don't think there were any second thoughts in hindsight. But Searcy gave you a great story so it ain't all bad.
I was not without my second thoughts, bro. But plowed ahead to make the best of my choices. What other option existed?
Hey Jim
Belated comment on the Searcy story. Curious about when that happened. I managed the White County Library from 1980 to 1984. Part of the job was talking to the folk at the local radio station once a week. Don't recall anybody's name or even the station call letters.
Hey Bruce - This was the fall of '75, a bit before your time at the library. I only met the GM and the chief engineer, and I could not recall their names, either. I might have just erased them from my brain pan. Still haven't met two people as tone deaf and socially inept in all my almost 50 years of constant travel since that time. I don't remember the call letters, either.
This is just absolutely stupendously wonderful.
Thanks, John. Trying to emulate your style.