Now Laura, I'm sure we all want to get back to me being silly. I know I'm growing tired of attempting to satirize you and save your soul, simultaneously. I'm sure you're tired of it. But if someone out there was trying to save your soul, wouldn't you think: "Hey, that's kind of cool. A total stranger wants to save me from going to H, E, Double-field hockey sticks!"
Yes, before we get back to more shenanigans about the ins and outs of dildo etiquette and talking elephants and Tina Fey for Kroger's; let's get on with you Laura. But I still want to keep this fun. But then again, it may get more serious...we'll go where the wind takes us!
So let's start with Munchkinland, presumably the one from The Wizard of Oz; as you mentioned wanting to meet that burg's Mayor as your life's goal back at ole GHS. In fact, you referred to Munchkins at least twice. Why? It's impossible to glean anything from the context. But let's look at that film. Here's the Mayor's big scene:
I find this interesting; this interest in this character. He's an Authority Figure, yes. But he's celebrating the death of a tyrannical despot. And he's gleefully welcoming, with literal open arms, her overthrower. Is she a HEROINE or is she, as The Wicked Witch of the West might argue: ANTIFASCIST. I mean, when you watched this movie as a child, Laura; I have to wonder whose side you were on in The Merry Old Land of Oz. Or, were you attracted to the actor portraying the Mayor of Munchkinland? He was a Sagittarius. Did you ever wonder about his life in real life? Did you ever take the time to look him up, Laura? Well, I did...so you don't have to! His name was Charlie Becker. He was born in Germany on November 24th, 1887. And here we see him with the first of our synchronicitous moments: a visit from an ELELPHANT.
You'll be happy to know he was not a Nazi! As a matter of fact, the Nazis probably would've found some reason to disappear him. Incidentally, his voice was dubbed by a different actor for the Mayor role, as he had a very thick German accent.
Now Laura, being as you are a super intelligent lady; I'm sure you're familiar with terms like, subtext and metatext and ubertext and coded and so on and so forth. So, I'm assuming you kow that the film THE WIZARD OF OZ is "coded." It's CODED for QUEER content. And by "queer" we mean homosexual, lesbian, bi-sexual, transsexual; in fact, all the sexuals. Including HETEROSEXUAL, since we have Uncle Henry and Auntie Em in the proceedings. But then again...where are their kids? Do they have any? I mean, Dorothy is their niece. And where are her parents? The movie never tells us. We are to assume she's an ORPHAN. She's by herself, really. ALONE. APART. SEPARATE. OTHER.
But it's coded mostly for gays. Now, was this coding intentional? Or has it come to be coded retroactively; as it was embraced by queer people probably when it started running on TV every year. Gays embraced it. Not just because of Judy Garland, who was a kind of gay patron saint; but because it tells the story of the Queer Journey, I think. Ya gotta wonder: which came first; the Rainbow Flag or Somewhere Over the Rainbow?
Now Laura, being as you are a super intelligent lady; I'm sure you're familiar with terms like, subtext and metatext and ubertext and coded and so on and so forth. So, I'm assuming you kow that the film THE WIZARD OF OZ is "coded." It's CODED for QUEER content. And by "queer" we mean homosexual, lesbian, bi-sexual, transsexual; in fact, all the sexuals. Including HETEROSEXUAL, since we have Uncle Henry and Auntie Em in the proceedings. But then again...where are their kids? Do they have any? I mean, Dorothy is their niece. And where are her parents? The movie never tells us. We are to assume she's an ORPHAN. She's by herself, really. ALONE. APART. SEPARATE. OTHER.
But it's coded mostly for gays. Now, was this coding intentional? Or has it come to be coded retroactively; as it was embraced by queer people probably when it started running on TV every year. Gays embraced it. Not just because of Judy Garland, who was a kind of gay patron saint; but because it tells the story of the Queer Journey, I think. Ya gotta wonder: which came first; the Rainbow Flag or Somewhere Over the Rainbow?
IMHO, I think the subtextual queer coding happened at the time, by osmosis; and then after the fact through cultural absorption. I mean, think of just how many queer people needed to come together(!) in order to make this thing. Let's start with the costumes. They were by Adrian. He was gay; married to a lesbian. Judy Garland was more than likely bisexual, is the current thinking of historians. Cedric Gibbons, the Art Director; although married three times more than likely knew his way around a man's trousers.
Oh, before we move on, I wanted to mention a couple of things. Now, I've been working on these blogs that are basically about you for a couple of weeks. Today is Thursday, October 16th, 2025. My ears pricked up when I saw something about Karoline Leavitt. And it struck me as a like....hmmmmmmm...if not a...WTF? As you know, I went on at some length about your lips, Laura; I don't think we need to rehash that now. But the Prez said something like: "Karoline (Leavitt) has the lips of a machine gun!" Don't you think that's like Super-Weird? Do you think The Donald is actually reading my blogs? Wouldn't that be a trip! And then, we were just talking about Nazis and Stephen Miller (not in the same sentence); and then the Prez gives him a shout out during some meeting and implies that Stephen's true intentions can't actually be addressed due to--oh, let's just see the actual quote:
I mean, I think WE ALL KNOW what those truest feelings are, right Laura? I find the most disturbing part of it the smiles playing at the corners of everyone's lips and the amused chuckles from those present. Good times! But this is about you Laura. And we haven't seen your shining face...I found a screen shot of you in Emerald Green, a shade you don't wear much. But in honor of The Land of Oz and the Emerald City...here you is!
Back to the movie Oz. Yes. A lot of QUEER people were involved in the making of this movie that seems to have spoken to you as a young woman. The Art Department people, the coreography, the--oh, you get it.
But it is the message of the film that really connects with queer audiences; or perhaps more it's plot, which is the plot of so many gay lives. Queer person is born this way into the world. They find themselves oppressed and stultified because they don't fit in. They leave the suffocating environment for a place that is more accepting. Where they can find, ahem, fellow travellers; or likeminded friends and create their own families. Because their own families didn't work for them (or expelled them). They, like Dorothy, journey to a great, gleaming City that contains their dreams and perhaps some solutions. Like you journeyed to Manhattan, where you now sit at a gleaming desk in a shiny tower. So, THE WIZARD OF OZ is really the story of people who are OTHER. I'm not even going to get into the psychological levels of the movie.
And speaking of GAY. You have a gay brother. Curtis. This must be him. He looks like you with shorter hair.
But it is the message of the film that really connects with queer audiences; or perhaps more it's plot, which is the plot of so many gay lives. Queer person is born this way into the world. They find themselves oppressed and stultified because they don't fit in. They leave the suffocating environment for a place that is more accepting. Where they can find, ahem, fellow travellers; or likeminded friends and create their own families. Because their own families didn't work for them (or expelled them). They, like Dorothy, journey to a great, gleaming City that contains their dreams and perhaps some solutions. Like you journeyed to Manhattan, where you now sit at a gleaming desk in a shiny tower. So, THE WIZARD OF OZ is really the story of people who are OTHER. I'm not even going to get into the psychological levels of the movie.
And speaking of GAY. You have a gay brother. Curtis. This must be him. He looks like you with shorter hair.
Here he is holding up a sign with the number 65 on it. The year of my birth. If you reverse it, 56: the year of his birth. He's also a SAGITTARIUS, your balancing sign. Do these things mean anything? If I like, plugged these numbers into that weird CONSPIRACY THEORY CALCULATOR would it reveal secret truths? Maybe; but I'm not going to do it. What's it called? GARMONBOZIA or something? But that's neither here nor there. Your brother Curtis has apparently disowned you, Laura. Has called you a monster, among other things. I won't get into it. But I just gotta ask...what the hell do you have to do to get your older brother call you a monster?
I also just gotta ask this. I gotta address the elephant in the room...
I also just gotta ask this. I gotta address the elephant in the room...
Laura...are you gay?
Are you a lesbian? Or bisexual? Or maybe asexual? I mean, you've never married and the last time you dated a man was some twenty years ago, from what I've gathered. And you keep your private life private. That's usually code for something. I'm not trying to out you. I have no idea what gets you hot and bothered in the sack. And I only ask; I only care because of your soapbox and the soap you seem to be selling is Ivory (speaking of elephants). And by that, I mean, you're floating an idea of some 99 and 44/100ths percent idea of American Life as some scrubbed-clean-piece -of-white-and-whitewashed-soap. But if you are, in reality, a lesbian or bisexual; adopting brown kids and you're putting forth these politics...
Are you a lesbian? Or bisexual? Or maybe asexual? I mean, you've never married and the last time you dated a man was some twenty years ago, from what I've gathered. And you keep your private life private. That's usually code for something. I'm not trying to out you. I have no idea what gets you hot and bothered in the sack. And I only ask; I only care because of your soapbox and the soap you seem to be selling is Ivory (speaking of elephants). And by that, I mean, you're floating an idea of some 99 and 44/100ths percent idea of American Life as some scrubbed-clean-piece -of-white-and-whitewashed-soap. But if you are, in reality, a lesbian or bisexual; adopting brown kids and you're putting forth these politics...
...I have a real problem with that.
And wow. Just WOW. That first bullet point is a doozie. You informed those kids parents that their children were gay? Why? Why would you do that? I guess you have no problem with OUTING. That makes you seem not only cruel, my dear; but EVIL. No banality about it. I mean, what possible "journalistic justification" can that possibly have had? This happened in 1984? Just gonna say...Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?
You know, it's funny the things you remember. I remember that phrase because of my sister, Kate (I only had the one. Sister, that is). One day she kept saying it, probably when we were in junior high school. I don't know why she kept saying it. I asked her why she was saying it. She explained it, I think; but I think she just liked the drama of it. She's quite a dramatic girl. Not like, drama queen; but more actressy. I encourage her to explore this side of herself; but she says she has too much stage fright.
So what hath God wrought? Well, with you, he seems to have wrought something that is beyond saving. By the likes of me anyway. Perhaps by Him. You say you pray to HIM. Or...do you?
And wow. Just WOW. That first bullet point is a doozie. You informed those kids parents that their children were gay? Why? Why would you do that? I guess you have no problem with OUTING. That makes you seem not only cruel, my dear; but EVIL. No banality about it. I mean, what possible "journalistic justification" can that possibly have had? This happened in 1984? Just gonna say...Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?
You know, it's funny the things you remember. I remember that phrase because of my sister, Kate (I only had the one. Sister, that is). One day she kept saying it, probably when we were in junior high school. I don't know why she kept saying it. I asked her why she was saying it. She explained it, I think; but I think she just liked the drama of it. She's quite a dramatic girl. Not like, drama queen; but more actressy. I encourage her to explore this side of herself; but she says she has too much stage fright.
So what hath God wrought? Well, with you, he seems to have wrought something that is beyond saving. By the likes of me anyway. Perhaps by Him. You say you pray to HIM. Or...do you?
That sounds a lot like you had other people praying for you; but did you pray for yourself? Like, did you get down on your knees in your local church when you found out you had breast cancer? Here perhaps?
Did you walk down the aisle toward the altar, on your knees; in a position of supplication, arms outspread. Move from one end of the church to the other, as I saw a Mexican man do once when I lived in Los Angeles; and I had stopped into a church when I was having a spiritual crisis and it was just he and I? Did you do that, perhaps down this nave:
Am I a RACIST Laura? I mean, I said that man in the church was Mexican. I mean, I assumed he was Mexican. I made a judgment, right? I profiled him. I made an assumption based on the color of his skin, the color of his hair and the city we were in. He was definitely Latinx--is that the correct pronoun, Laura? That was thirty years ago. Do you think he needed to be worrying about being dragged from that church by masked thugs with guns and no identification and black vans waiting outside? Do you think he has to worry about it today, if he's still with us? It's a quiet, peaceful little church in Silver Lake in a very Latinx neighborhood. Do you think ICE would ever storm a church on a Sunday that they knew was full of brown people? Do you think they would go that far, Laura...if they could?
That's Saint Francis of Assisi, on Golden Gate Avenue in Los Angeles. So many references to San Francisco! And Los Angeles. Do you get to L.A. much, Laura; or is it a little too...LatinX for you? A little too brown? How 'bout San Fran? No? Too woke? Yeah, you're right...we wanna stay away from the Rainbow Coalition, even though we enjoyed going somewhere over the rainbow so often when we were in high school, right? I mean, you put it in the yearbook, I didn't.
You know, when I was writing about your lips, I felt kinda bad. Attacking someone on their physical features is so base. It's so small. Petty. Too easy. Puerile. Jejeune. High school shit. No, make that junior high school shit. No...make that fifth grade shit. I weighed the validity of it. I came to the conclusion that it was only fair. The endeavour you work for is constantly belittling people based on their looks. Their physicality. Just the other night someone was tearing apart Kathy Griffin's looks out of one side of their mouth while saying: "...not to be mean..." out of the other. I felt it was justified.
I recently went to visit another church in my hometown of Saugus, Massachusetts. My siblings and my niece and my husband went to get prayer cards in remembrance of my late brother. While we were there, we visited the church. The Blessed Sacrament.
You know, when I was writing about your lips, I felt kinda bad. Attacking someone on their physical features is so base. It's so small. Petty. Too easy. Puerile. Jejeune. High school shit. No, make that junior high school shit. No...make that fifth grade shit. I weighed the validity of it. I came to the conclusion that it was only fair. The endeavour you work for is constantly belittling people based on their looks. Their physicality. Just the other night someone was tearing apart Kathy Griffin's looks out of one side of their mouth while saying: "...not to be mean..." out of the other. I felt it was justified.
I recently went to visit another church in my hometown of Saugus, Massachusetts. My siblings and my niece and my husband went to get prayer cards in remembrance of my late brother. While we were there, we visited the church. The Blessed Sacrament.
My parents were married in this church in 1962. My First Communion was in this church.* And my Confirmation and all my siblings the same. This church loomed large in my life. While I was in there, I was scooping up rosary beads and pamphlets and so on and such like, as is my wont. I picked up this booklet:
In the midst of les declamations des levres, I opened this book and the first thing my eyes fell on was this passage:
Lips. There it was. Then I turned it over; and there this was...
Do you see it Laura? Do you see it?!!?
No, not that Glastonbury has not one but two country clubs...
Cromwell borders your hometown! Do you read anything into this? I mean, I could keep going. Did you know Glastonbury means "monastic enclosure"? Padre Pio was a monk. Is a monk. No, wait...was a monk. Don't you find this WONDROUS Laura?!!!?
I know this is getting kinda religiousy but that's kinda the point. Remember Laura, we're trying to save your soul. We know it's in there somewhere! So hold on to your mantilla, because I'm gonna lay some more WONDERMENT on you!
So, I was recently in Richmond, the capital of Good 'Ole Virginny. You know it well, I'm sure...Virginny, that is; perhaps not so much Richmond, which skews kinda African-American. And you did go to school in Charlottesville. And from what I understand you reside in the, what Nancy Grace would call UPSCALE-- neighborhood of McClean, VA. Is it clean, Laura? I imagine it is. It's the only town in Virginny with a Louis Vuitton store; so you know it's faire le menage! Actually, I just found out it has two LV stores! C'est incroyable!!!
But we're not here to talk of luxury items; unless, of course, you consider your soul a luxury item. As I was saying: I was in Richmond, where my GAY, SAME-SEX husband and I went to the Museum of Virginia, which is, as you might expect, a museum dedicated to this very state. Have you ever been? It's beautiful. Wonderfully curated. Fascinating collection of ephemera. It may be a bit too WOKE for you though. You see, it gets into the whole SLAVERY thing. Virginia was kind of the EPICENTER of this INDUSTRY on this continent. But, I guess, as "we the people" of the United States are trying to literally WHITEWASH slavery; I suppose it wouldn't hold that much interest for you. Unless you smoke; 'cuz it gets into the TOBACCO INDUSTRY quite a lot; which I suppose it couldn't not; as good 'ole Tabbacky was more or less neck and neck with the SLAVE thing.
Hey Laura, 'memba this?
Cromwell borders your hometown! Do you read anything into this? I mean, I could keep going. Did you know Glastonbury means "monastic enclosure"? Padre Pio was a monk. Is a monk. No, wait...was a monk. Don't you find this WONDROUS Laura?!!!?
I know this is getting kinda religiousy but that's kinda the point. Remember Laura, we're trying to save your soul. We know it's in there somewhere! So hold on to your mantilla, because I'm gonna lay some more WONDERMENT on you!
So, I was recently in Richmond, the capital of Good 'Ole Virginny. You know it well, I'm sure...Virginny, that is; perhaps not so much Richmond, which skews kinda African-American. And you did go to school in Charlottesville. And from what I understand you reside in the, what Nancy Grace would call UPSCALE-- neighborhood of McClean, VA. Is it clean, Laura? I imagine it is. It's the only town in Virginny with a Louis Vuitton store; so you know it's faire le menage! Actually, I just found out it has two LV stores! C'est incroyable!!!
But we're not here to talk of luxury items; unless, of course, you consider your soul a luxury item. As I was saying: I was in Richmond, where my GAY, SAME-SEX husband and I went to the Museum of Virginia, which is, as you might expect, a museum dedicated to this very state. Have you ever been? It's beautiful. Wonderfully curated. Fascinating collection of ephemera. It may be a bit too WOKE for you though. You see, it gets into the whole SLAVERY thing. Virginia was kind of the EPICENTER of this INDUSTRY on this continent. But, I guess, as "we the people" of the United States are trying to literally WHITEWASH slavery; I suppose it wouldn't hold that much interest for you. Unless you smoke; 'cuz it gets into the TOBACCO INDUSTRY quite a lot; which I suppose it couldn't not; as good 'ole Tabbacky was more or less neck and neck with the SLAVE thing.
Hey Laura, 'memba this?
How could you not? It was one of the greatest campaigns in the history of advertising. Did it speak to you, this theme of FEMALE EMPOWERMENT? You probably didn't smoke, seeeing as you were the MOST ATHLETIC gal in Glastonbury; but you can't deny the strength of the messaging. I bet your friend Charlie could deny it. Or would've denied it. He'd probably have ripped that cigarette right out of your athletic little fingers if he caught you smokin' in the girls locker room. And could you tell me Laura, how and/or why I'm supposed to go into mourning over someone I'd never heard of until a recent South Park episode? Do you think we'll get a National Holiday out of this? Just looked up his theoshophical leanings. Went to Notre Dame Prep. Is that in the Official Preppy Loop? Catholic, of course. Good god, what is going on with we Catholics, Laura?
WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?
Notre Dame means "our mother," of course. And that would be The Virgin Mary, of course, to us Catholics, right Laura? You remember her, right. Jesus' mom?
WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?
Notre Dame means "our mother," of course. And that would be The Virgin Mary, of course, to us Catholics, right Laura? You remember her, right. Jesus' mom?
You know, Jesus more than likely would not have looked like he does in the above painting. He would not have had those fine Anglo-Saxon angles to his visage. In fact, science is pretty sure he would've looked like this:
Or this:
Speaking of Jesus and his mom...
So, I love to visit churches when I'm in any city or town or wherever. Usually Catholic ones, because that's my comfort zone. Interestingly, right across the streeet from the Museum of Virginia; literally within a stone's throw, was St. Benedict's Church and School (K-8). I went into the church. I was expecting classical Gothic but it was more of a Pseudo-Spanish-Kinda-Cali-Mission-Vibe. Quite pretty and pleasant. I was taken aback by the iconography and decoration above the altar. There was an impressive dome and Jesus was depicted as a painting. I found this quite unusual and dramatic. I took pictures! This one's a bit fuzzy; but you'll get the effect, I think:
So, I love to visit churches when I'm in any city or town or wherever. Usually Catholic ones, because that's my comfort zone. Interestingly, right across the streeet from the Museum of Virginia; literally within a stone's throw, was St. Benedict's Church and School (K-8). I went into the church. I was expecting classical Gothic but it was more of a Pseudo-Spanish-Kinda-Cali-Mission-Vibe. Quite pretty and pleasant. I was taken aback by the iconography and decoration above the altar. There was an impressive dome and Jesus was depicted as a painting. I found this quite unusual and dramatic. I took pictures! This one's a bit fuzzy; but you'll get the effect, I think:
The effect, in person, is rather breathtaking. THE POWER OF ART, right Laura? So, I was taking pictures of the stained glass windows. One caught my eye. It was way up high; but I think I got a nice shot of it:
There are several stories in the Bible about women washing Jesus' feet; in one case, with tears; and then drying them with their hair. This is often attributed to Mary Magdalene but it wasn't her. It's a conflation of a couple of similar instances. I don't know which one this is, in the stained glass. So, I was thumbing through this prayer book that I picked up at Saint Benedict's:
I had this thought to find something in there connected to the Number 19. Remember Laura, our shared birthday number?
So, I'm flipping through and flipping and flipping and then, on page 113 the date FRIDAY - SEPTEMBER 19 caught my eye. And guess what was there, straddling the pages? The story of the SINFUL WOMAN and the washing of Jesus' feet:
And I swear to HIM I'm not making this up; the next night on Jeopardy! there was a photo clue in a category called "BIBLE BITS" or something. When Ken read the clue, there was no mention of the SINFUL WOMAN; but there she was:
So, what is the UNIVERSE trying to tell us, Laura; by way of the Sinful Woman who is, I might add, usually depicted with blonde hair? I don't know. But I must ask...would you wash the feet of a man and then dry them with your hair; the feet of a man who looked like this:
That is, if you believe in the accuracy of ChatGPT...
Oh, and also a LOT of kissing of said feet. A LOT. And annointing with aromatic ablutions and essential oils...I hope you're into feet Laura. I know I wouldn't have a problem with it!
Here's yet another moment of synchronicity in all of this, Laura--and if you're reading, I promise, we're almost done...
In the Basilica in Washington, D.C. there is also a fantastically rendered image of Jesus above the altar; even more startling then the one at St. Benedict's. It's called Jesus In Majesty:
Oh, and also a LOT of kissing of said feet. A LOT. And annointing with aromatic ablutions and essential oils...I hope you're into feet Laura. I know I wouldn't have a problem with it!
Here's yet another moment of synchronicity in all of this, Laura--and if you're reading, I promise, we're almost done...
In the Basilica in Washington, D.C. there is also a fantastically rendered image of Jesus above the altar; even more startling then the one at St. Benedict's. It's called Jesus In Majesty:
You don't often see Jesus depicted in all scarlet robes and yet, here he is. In Our Nation's Capital yet! And in our Number 19 signature colors of "Bold Red and Gleaming Gold" (or was it radiant gold?) Laura, I think we both need to run out and get a bottle of Chanel No. 19! It must be our signature fragrance!
I don't know about you Laura, but I think I can handle the "devastatingly feminine" part. I'm very much in touch with my feminine side...must be the Gemini/Sagg thing, right? Or maybe we shouldn't go with a Chanel product; you know; because of the whole Nazi thing with Coco. Or is that now a selling point in the U.S. market?
But I digress.
So, I have these little artbooks I call my FETISH BOOKS. They contain random and I like to think whimsical images and iconography often along more erotic lines. I selected a couple of the more tame--ahem--spreads to share with you:
But I digress.
So, I have these little artbooks I call my FETISH BOOKS. They contain random and I like to think whimsical images and iconography often along more erotic lines. I selected a couple of the more tame--ahem--spreads to share with you:
Now these are "works in progress" as they say. I sit down every now and again and add more visual material until I feel the composition is complete. But here's where the synchronicity comes in. The cover of this volume features an image that I had two of. I think they were on postcards. I can't remember where they came from. But they struck me as so...striking...powerful...that I put them on the cover, with a sort of 3-D effect. Here is the cover:
I did not know where this image came from until I was writing this blog. You see the connection? Stuff like this just happens to me nowadays. I don't question it anymore. I let it flow over me. I figure it's supposed to be happening. It seems to me that I'm being informed that I'm supposed to be doing this. So that means I'm supposed to be writing to you Laura. Reaching out to you, as it were. I also have a Lady Fetish book, which I think you may prefer...because you're a...lady. So, I hand picked this one from that book, especially for you. First, the cover:
Just a wee bit more and I promise, it's au revoir; oh, which is when I review your comedy stylings from your tome: Of Thee I Zing! I didn't know you were into comedy, Laura! See? Another thing we can bond over! I have it on order at the Vinton Library. They need to get it from another branch. I can't wait!
Oh, wait..."with Raymond Arroyo"? Well, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my sides unsplit and my floor unrolled upon!
So, here is the, ah, spread I chose for you, Laura, from The Lady Fetish Book:
So, here is the, ah, spread I chose for you, Laura, from The Lady Fetish Book:
Now, I would venture a guess that this entry is finished. For now. These books also have a kind of Pop-Up book thing happening; although it's more of a Fold-Out thing, really. And in the case of Miss Johansson, perhaps that should be: Pop-Out?
I think that's a hanging chad on her left thigh. And when I added that "A" to her sweater only moments ago; I wasn't even thinking of Nathaniel Hawthorne! The Sinning Woman indeed! You see Laura...It's All of a Flow...
I guess we're finally wrapping this up. But a couple of last things.
Remember D.J. Patenaude? I'm sure you do. I found his entry in the Glastonbury H.S. 1981 yearbook in the Pet Peeves section. If you will recall, that was divided into three columns: LIFE AMBITION / PET PEEVE / LEAVE TO GHS. Here are young Mr. Patenaude's entries:
I guess we're finally wrapping this up. But a couple of last things.
Remember D.J. Patenaude? I'm sure you do. I found his entry in the Glastonbury H.S. 1981 yearbook in the Pet Peeves section. If you will recall, that was divided into three columns: LIFE AMBITION / PET PEEVE / LEAVE TO GHS. Here are young Mr. Patenaude's entries:
It's a little hard to see; but his Pet Peeve is "Being on time." Which is really cute. Leave to GHS is "many used pigskins and my sister Dana" He went on to be the captain of the Georgetown football team, which seems kinda like a big deal. And he had a little sister; as you were a little sister. I think this is him on the left...can't make out the writing on the trophy:
But I can make out the writing in the yearbook. And his entry for LIFE AMBITION, I think, was extremely telling. "To know myself." He wrote. I don't know...I think that's a rather profound thing for a high school jock to put in his yearbook. In fact, all of his entries were succinct and honest. Unlike yours, which were, let's face it: snarky and kind of mean. But you were a teenage girl, so I'll give you a retroactive pass. But going forward, I fear your passes are limited dear Laura. And to address that question once again; the one you asked in your own yearbook entry...
...et quand tu as trouve le visage que tu cherchais, qui as-tu vu?
...et quand tu as trouve le visage que tu cherchais, qui as-tu vu?
You may speak now, if you are so inclined. There is a Comments section.
Bon soir, mon cher.
Until we meet again.
*(My sister was also married in this church and I was baptized (I think, as the priest who baptized me was later defrocked. And then murdered in prison. I'll post a link!).
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Geoghan
CFR 11/21/25
Bon soir, mon cher.
Until we meet again.
*(My sister was also married in this church and I was baptized (I think, as the priest who baptized me was later defrocked. And then murdered in prison. I'll post a link!).
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Geoghan
CFR 11/21/25