That
was a story that is America.
============= Treece Jeanice ===============
Roland James =========================
As
I remember, you were showing a black lad from the Bronx's how to shoot doubles.
Were
they acquainted? That is queer!
Then my farmer acquaintance talks up and says, "I never did like Fred. I hope
that Fred would disappear."
Then
my sweet husband, the farmer just left you and went off talking to the young
black man about the soap operas and shotgun cleaning ropes.
A perpetual lakeside drive with colorful birds and ducks
in every pond.
North on West side, South on East, green foliage which deer's are fond.
A pelican, a whale, a semi, little lake cottages in a row, all mailbox art.
Telephone pole with an Airmail box on top and a horse drawn milk cart.
We travel at our special view pace, slowing at every valley
and pond.
Close to Detroit, we decide. we're still into country and we go around.
Look, Canada is straight East, maybe stop there for a Moosehead beer.
Hey, the map shows Minnesota and Michigan north of Canada here.
Remember
the farmer in coveralls you met in the Silverdollar shotgun trap shooting tournament
in Florida.
MICHIGAN
(Great Lake State)
I
remember them saying, "Mike was afraid Jan was going to die and Fred was definitely
going the hurt Helen. For him, that's the norm."
Yes, he told me he had an emergency and had to hurry because his wife told of
troubles.
Started small talk with a retired Caucasian farmer from Michigan who just arrived.
Then the black lad and his wife return, talking up a storm.
I
asked if they were acquainted puzzled. "No!" They both said simultaneously,
"We are talking about the soaps."
