Jamey shares the Milk-of-Human-Kindness Award with Mackerel Mark and, also, with neighbor Paul and Beau the dog.
Mark was the one who had the bright idea to amplify Jamey’s accordion. By what he did next, though, he absolved himself of that appalling sin as if washed clean. Item No. Six on the evidence-list — there are so many items, I’ve run out of the cute creation-theme numbers and must resort to the silver ones (couldn’t find gold ones):
There’s demented me informing the boys that the bonnes temps would definitely not roulez. Mark responds by producing a plateful of evil-smelling fresh mackerel.
And it was the evil-smelling fresh mackerel that finally wheedled Bugs out into the open air where Teresa and I could grab him. Not enough are thanks and a jar of Jesse Napolitano’s honey. Mark, may this award grace your mantelpiece and that of many generations to come.
Paul gets the award for keeping Beau confined. Recall that Beau was glued to my side as I traipsed the neighborhood putting up “Lost Bugs” posters. Beau was also glued to my side as I lay on my belly in the dust with my hands around Bugs’s horrible gray butt.
So if you were Bugs, would you come out? If all you could see filling the horizon was demented me and goofy Beau whom you hate?
Beau lives with Scott, whose house has a dog-door, and no way Beau was going to stay hearthside when these particular good times were rolling. So to Paul, for being willing to closet Beau up for the duration.
And then that detail completely slipped my mind, which lately is dropping details left and right at the best of times and not to belabor the point, but these were not them. So many hours later, here comes Paul back, wanting to know if poor Beau can come out now.
And to Beau. He’s a happy pup, no matter what the drama going down, and I appreciate that.
photo by Erika Wilhite
So, blogmates, there you have it.
And as for you, Internal Rejecting Object, avert, back off, take your Lifetime Achievement Award and crawl back to the den from whence you came. We can, too, be damn good as a species.
Blogmates? You’re all invited to the post-award parties. No accordions permitted, neither amplified nor acoustic.
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