If you can read this, I am being force-fed Faulkner--500+ pages of it--until I'm let off to go to work. I think it would be more enjoyable if I were actually able to read at my leisure...in any case, if you have recieved this urgent cry for help, please take immediate action and rescue me! Steal me away to a quiet park on a street corner, with old worn playground equipment that officials say is "too dangerous for kids these days" and we can take our chances on a swingset which is peeling rusty blood-red paint. Don't let my keepers convince you that this is all "for my own good" and that 500 pages is central to my well-balanced maturation. They will try and buy your silence and cram your soul full of reasonable Oprah's Book Club picks. Tear yourself away from their cradling advances and fling every ounce of you into the bright sunlight. Save yourself, and if you could, save me--save me from depending on this college education for my self-worth, and help me remember what really matters, and how fragile the balance is that we have to strive to keep between these things that we often rely too heavily upon.
yours waiting,
Anne McKavett Smith
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mo sheppo just made a terrific batch of banana bread, we have a lovely park next door featuring a crocodile (or is it an alligator? hmmm) on a spring that definitely will test your bucking bronc skills, and all the books in our apt. are 32 page children's books with approximately 8 words per page. "don't let the pigeon drive the bus!" all the true classics.
just 14 and a half hours down the road ...
A PIGEON DRIVING A BUS?! ARE YOU ALL MAD?!
not to hijack what was a lovely sentiment by anne, but i've got a proposition. your dad's van holds the smith boy mileage record, 350,000 something. my car is at 240,000. i am determined to break his record. i'm looking for a couple of upcoming college grads with time on their hands. i've got a 3 mile loop around the house that you could drive endless repeats. can't really venture much further away than that because it's not trustworthy. money is not an object. i'm willing to pay 8 cents a mile, or $37.50, whichever comes first. sketchy driving record? not a problem. apply now.
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