One of Gary Larson’s cartoons that has lingered with me over the years is the one where a small wooden shed sits in the middle of a construction site with a big mound of dirt. Above the shed is the sign “Fred’s Fill Dirt and Croissants”. I love it because it appeals to my love of contrasts and supposed contradictions. It is also the story of my life. Granddaughter of rich people from Philadelphia who made their fortune in bobby pins and hair nets and the granddaughter of a failed farmer who ended up on the Ford assembly line. Trained to teach lofty subjects to college kids, but happier doing pratfalls in French farces in Off Off Broadway theaters. Now living on a cattle ranch going to boat floats and book readings in one week.
“BOAT FLOOOAT! BOAT FLOOOOAT!”, the guys on shore yelled out to a river raft filled with pirate hatted young men. Continue reading