storytime saturday

I wrote this piece in November of 2001 when I was living in Marlboring, laid off from the job that brought me there, 30 miles away from any friend and connected to the world with just a teeny Ethernet cable. I felt compelled to pull it up and noodle with it slightly, performing emdashectomies wherever possible, because I realized that a lot of people I now know have never heard this story. I do believe this little tale is one, like the story of the cat who fell in the toilet that had a training seat on it and then ran down the hall with the toilet seat around his middle, that bears repeating every now and then. So here t'is.

( Spatch meets the Mayor )