10,344. REVAMPING THE REFERENCES

REVAMPING THE 

REFERENCES

Standing stones and falling waters, I don't

know which way to turn. I have icy fingers

now, wrapped around this Frank Lloyd Wright

steering wheel, from 1988. The neighbor guy

just started an engine, it sounded like noise, or

more like a gun, and a rumble, together.

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His wive's name is Namath  -  her old name

I mean, the 'nee' one, the maiden name, the

girl's name she was. Kathy Namath, and her

brother Bruce. I knew them both. Somehow,

she got married in to this other one, that was

living there already. Now it's all one large

effort at building a team. 

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I got to the library late today. All was good,

and no bother. The lady said 'Are you okay?'

and then 'Happy New Year.' In that order too,

so I figured she first wanted to 'ascertain'

that I was okay before granting me happiness 

for the rest of the year. Why waste it otherwise,

when she can us it on some other.

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I hate it when people ramble on  - at the library

desk, this cop looking guy, Marine like, is telling

the story of his wife's getting their son a new

suit for Christmas. With a nice, striped, dress

shirt too, he said. It made little sense to me; 

and then he said they brought it back the day 

after, to exchange for another suit that comes

with two pants -   and they still got eighty

dollars back; in return. 

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I wanted to say, that's not what 'returns' mean,

but it wasn't any of my business, and why, as 

it is, do people tell their roving stories in a 

public place so loudly bold? As if we all wanted

to hear about this story of the suit with two pants.

Maybe a 'two-trouser suit' is how the official

way of saying it goes. I don't know, nor do I

care, really. My next suit-wearing is probably

on the way out, to plot #237. I know I won't

wrinkle it none. And I also know I sure won't

need that second pair of pants.