Thursday, Nov. 4, 1999
“Mom had this vase given to her in Great Aunt Mable's will and she loved it dearly. It
sat on a wooden table in front of our picture window. I think it was from Japan. All I
remember was the funny blue lines that decorated its pale, white surface. She told all
of us kids never to touch that vase. I asked her if I could put things in it and she
told me, 'Only on special occasions.'
Turns out finding three dozen night crawlers isn't a special occasion.”
“Vase”
Milestones
the commune's scratch 'n sniff look at last year's office potluck
Opportunities
Pants a Capitalist
Free Virus Baggies
Take a Kitten, Please
the commune book selections
the commune's Bear in Rearview
the commune's Big Book of Duke
Faces of the commune
the commune 100: Leaders and Revolutionaries
the commune 100: Traitors and Noodledicks
FAQ Shwartz |
Site Map's Somewhere in the Glovebox |
Search In Vain |
Contract Ick
Privacy Police |
Terms of Gary Busey |
Reprints & Persimmons |
Press Eject Now
"Mr. Dingle"
I remember in my youth, I had made a mask out of rubber bands and construction
paper. It was a beautiful thing, glittering with sparkles I had glued around the eye
holes.
