Thursday, November 19, 2009

Here's an update for all of you 2009 Frost Place Conference participants: Charlotte Gordon is just as smart, charming, and full of vim as you remember (but what is "vim"?). Also, she has a sixth-grade boy in her house, which made my stay very homey. With 2 minutes to spare before schooltime, I found his coat, his book, and his pencil box, all of which were invisibly and conveniently located next to his feet. I was glad that my special training in this field functioned as a handy hostess gift.

I did have to drive for a hundred years in order to get home last night, but everything worked out well enough, even though I was forced into playing horrible radio music to keep myself awake. There is nothing like singing along with Foreigner's "Hot-Blooded" on the black back roads of Skowhegan, Maine. It is equivalent to swallowing a pint of day-old coffee grounds and then chewing up the paper filter, but it keeps you from plowing into trees and running over people's cats.

4 comments:

Mr. Hill said...

this is my favorite blog.

charlotte gordon said...

You are so so funny. Foreigner is the worst. And what an amazing analogy.

I will be forever grateful to you for finding B's objects where they were located, as you said, right next to his ridiculous feet. I want to visit again soon.

I wonder what vim is exactly --

Anonymous said...

Vim...vitality/energy....

Dawn Potter said...

I like to imagine that "vim" is more corporeal. Maybe it's cheap, knockoff "vin ordinaire" made in Liverpool. Or perhaps it's a vitamin supplement sold in the classified sections of Little Lulu comic books, alongside X-ray specs and subscriptions to "Grit" magazine.

Mr. Hill, I am honored by your praise, especially considering my photographic challenges.

Charlotte, this is what teenage boys do for fun: they buy Journey's Greatest Hits at a yard sale, terroristically infiltrate "Don't Stop Believin" into their mother's CD player, and laugh maniacally when she shrieks. All I can say is thank God there was no Foreigner at the yard sale.