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2003-08-19 || 10:33 a.m. || ramona quimby age 8 is definitely a suspect. || yesterday there was an avalanche of books and pages and participles, words flying all over, vowels dangling and prepositions concussed, and my grandpop's copper bookend was lost in the fray. it dropped in slow motion, as is the nature of snowfall/wordstorms, and broke. there is now a copper horse without copper tail, valiently jumping over a copper fence just the same. is it wrong to worry about the resulting drop in value? the dashed dreams of a guest spot on antiques roadshow? the look on my pop's face when he sights copper tail attached with technicolor bandaids? michael, i thought of you first as horse doctor saudering king. we need your aid, stat. i am afraid horse without tail will soon catch on and lose the will to jump so mightily. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |