“Here I went to mass with Samantha, happy as a man could be, ate Christ and held him to his word, if you eat me you’ll have life in you, so I had life in me. After mass we’d walk home to Paradise through the violet evening, the evening star hard by the red light of the TV tower like a ruby and a diamond in the plush velvet sky, and I’d skip with happiness, cut the fool like David while Samantha told elephant jokes, go home, light the briquets, drink six toddies, sing Tantum Ergo, and “Deh vieni alla finestra” from Don Giovanni and, while Samantha watched Gentle Ben, invite Doris out under the Mobile pinks, Doris as lusty and merry a wife then as a man could have, a fine ex-Episcopal ex-Apple Queen from the Shenandoah Valley. Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you.”
— Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins
Any time of day is a good time for pie.
And any day of the year is a good day to catch you on the manic upswing!
It was good pie. Great pie, even.
Grood.
I mean ‘good’… and ‘great’.
Great and good.
…aaaaaand Second Daughter has chicken pox.
Builds character.
Makes up a little for how we blew off Walker’s birthday a few weeks back. Did anyone catch the Writer’s Almanac’s crappily researched note?
I missed it. But then, I’ve stopped listening until they let you replace ol’ GK. You want proper research? You get a librarian.
Here, for your morbid delectation, is the offending piece:
(The devising of a drinking game that relates the consumption of units of ardent spirits to occurrences of factual inaccuracies in the above-quoted text is left as an exercise for the reader.)