For more than a week now, Reverend Clockslip and I have been on-again off-again bedfellows due to the ever unfolding drama of his estrangement with Mrs. Clockslip. Petunia Clockslip is a woman of strict doctrinal rigor, her orthodoxy defended with the ardor of a blushing maid. My friend the Reverend, who I shall call Henry, [...]
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Mrs. Clockslip
June 3, 2007
Jazz!
April 20, 2007
Lorelai and I went to a jazz concert last night. Walking in we heard the drummer make a few introductory brushes and they were off. At first the pianist’s ideas dominated the conversation, but then he and the drummer began to swap stories back and forth, with the bassist keeping the flow together with the [...]
Woman
April 11, 2007
So you may be wondering (You? Who is “you?” I like to imagine you being an intensely interested and intensely beautiful woman, very like Lorelai, but more interested. Of course I was just about to tell “you” about Lorelai, wasn’t I?) what happened with Lorelai, that is, the woman I met at the café. Well, [...]
