A JACK-O-LANTERN INTERVIEW
During our October Beanery Writers Group meeting a Halloween prompt was given out: You are the star reporter for Halloween Headline, and you’ve just landed an interview with Casper the Friendly Ghost. Write out 20 questions to ask during the interview. Responses from members of the group are posted at:
I decided to change the character being interviewed from Casper the Friendly Ghost to a Jack-O-Lantern. Below is my list of interview questions.
Now I need to locate a Jack-O-Lantern who is willing to be interviewed. If you are a willing Jack-O-Lantern, please contact me with your information in the comment box at the end of this post.
Where were you planted and harvested? Was it in (more…)
THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING SOCKS
(Not a question about the Clinton’s cat)
Perhaps ex-president Bill and Hilliary Clinton named their cat Socks in deference to one of society’s greatest philosophical, theological, sociological, and psychological questions.
So national, if not global, an issue is this question that I found myself conducting an informal cross-cultural survey of personal and chat room contacts in order to enlighten others about the issue: What happens to all the missing socks?
Even media recognizes the problem. When I turned the television to (more…)
JANUARY DAYS OF CELEBRATION: Part 1
Have you spoken any trivia today?
If not, you missed the fun of this fourth day of January 2009. Trivia Day. A day to play Trivial Pursuit, a game which always challenges me—and I lose, because I have specific name and date memory deficit. This is a syndrome I invented because, although I can tell you every generality about a person or event, what escapes my mind is the person’s name and the event’s date. I blame this on (more…)
Summer is vacation time. This item is a warning for Northerners visiting the southeastern states…
Among America’s many enemies, none is more disastrous than Pueraria Lobata, commonly known as KUDZU.
Residents of the southeastern United States, where it grows prolifically, must prepare for sporadic, unpredictable energy blackouts not caused by (more…)
“Wh…where am I?”
Water dripped off Jym Anklet as he rubbed his heel with his toes, while noticing the sterile white room and feeling the cold surface of the emergency-room drawer.
“Whoa, that’s quite a bruise. Looks like a belt buckle hit you pretty hard,” said Holey Wellworn.
“Yes, it left quite an impression on your heel.”
As Holey’s comforting touch eased Jym’s pain he realized he lay crumpled in a chilly, scummy water puddle. His last recollection was swishing luxuriously in a warm, soapy clothes washer.
Now he was…where?…was this the post-life secret?
(to continue this story click on SOCKATORY )
(See Blue Buoy’s picture—click on:
We regretfully report the demise of Blue Buoy, age unknown, sometime last spring or early summer. Following Blue Buoy’s capture near the Isles of Shoals in September, 2003, he spent a short time at a lobster shack in New Castle, NH. From there he took up residence at the Seacoast Science Center in Rye, NH, where visitors, including many school children on field trips, admired his robin’s egg blue color.Blue Buoy leaves behind cousins Whitey, Baloo Bell and his aged uncle, Toughage.
His legacy is not only in the hearts (more…)