TRINIDAD, California — That’s a direct quote, give or take a few o’s.
It’s what he was saying, over and over, as the nice men in the nice white coast with the little green “St. Mumbles” patch on the left arm loaded the WORD into the padded van for the annual pilgrimage to The Home for a summer of R&R and intense conjugation and lexicography treatments.
“I can’t go now,” he pleaded to anyone who would listen. “Any minute, any second! that Dope with the cheesy hair is doing to say or do something stupid again. How will all those poor, frightened WORDsters cope without me?”
On the other hand, the sudden silence of the WORD’s absence as the padded truck trundled down the road and headed up Hwy. 101 to St. Mumbles Home for the Terminally Verbose was blessed indeed. The WORD’s 21st season was in the books.
Somewhere in the redwoods, a woman was singing.
And somewhere in Washington, someone was yelling on Twitter.
What’s the News?
“The truth is, we know so little about life, we don't really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.”
―Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007), writer, A Man Without a Country, 2005.
• Editorial Comment: See you kids in August. You’ll be fine.
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