Good Morning Ted and Jody:
I think the day before was a FUBAR as I was coming down with a cold. The symptoms showed up when I got up yesterday morning. So, I began taking that zinc stuff that is supposed to minimize the length and severity of the cold. Since I always take the cold remedy at the first sign of a cold, I have no idea of what the length and severity of a cold are if I don’t dissolve those little pink tablets on my tongue.
I did get a few shots on Thursday other than the Church Cleaning ones. While our weather is supposed to dry out, Thursday was one front after another. That, as you know, provides cloud formations at frequent intervals. Unfortunately, the clouds do not always get in line and smile over the lake or another appropriately scenic place. So, sometimes, they are offset by ground cover distractions. So, be it.
I turned on NPR on the way into town and heard our Secretary of State chairing the Security Council making a pitch for more sanctions on North Korea (they had not failed their missile launch at that point) to make them give up their nuclear program. It did occur to me that our leadership now has its own view of what it real and not real. The North Koreans have their view of what is real (that they are threatened by the military might of the US so they must starve their people to pay for enhanced and bigger weapons to keep the bad US at bay). If one were to diagram the two positions with a logic chart (a Venn diagram) we would find there is no overlap between the two countries leaders. Unfortunately, neither country’s leadership views on reality in the diagram would intersect with any objective reality.
I trust this finds you happy, healthy, and that your Venn diagram doesn’t intersect either the pestilence’s or Kim’s
Warmest regards, Ed
009 A Small World
Fiction in 910 words by T. Edward Westen, 2017
As she turned the corner on 38th and proceed south, Edith Gunderson was troubled by this case. A five-year-old boy who, for all appearances and lack of bruises appeared to live in an ideal home. Yet the boy was not eating. So, it was with some confusing when she encountered a police barricade at the intersection with Mulberry Street. The boy and family she was visiting lived in an apartment above the shops below at street level. Indeed, his father owned the bakery. ‘Well there is nothing to it, I will just have to park where I can on Mulberry and walk,’ she thought. She found a parking place about half way to 39th Street. ‘Well, this isn’ too bad. Rather lucky this time of day,’ she thought and got out of her car, locked it and headed back to 38th and the light to cross. As she walked she could see that a bus was involved somehow, but no other vehicles .’That’s strange, the driver must have had a medical emergency.’ Rubbernecking she almost ran into a middle-aged man dressed in business attire, shooting photographs from the yellow tape that represented the police line. “I do apologize, I was so intent on trying to figure out what happened that I bumped into you.”
The man snorted and replied, “No worries, it was a naked body that appeared out of thin air in the bus.”
“Oh my, what will they come up with next?” said Edith Gunderson. “Naked bodies you say?
“They come one at a time. About every 18 to 20 hours and only here,” said the main swinging his arm about in an arc to encompass the portion of 38th street south of Mulberry.
As Edith lifted the yellow tape to cross, the man said, “They won’t let you go in the area until they are finished?”
Edith asked, “Who won’t let me go in there?”
Pointing to the words ‘police line do not cross’ printed on the two-inch tape the man said, “The cops lady, the cops.”
Fishing around in her purse, Edith finally came up with her Child Protective Services shield and said, “I’ll have this ready then.” And, she lifted the tape and walked across the road.”
As soon as Edith was on the other side of Mulberry, Detective Philipson came out of the bus. “Ms. Gunderson, what are you doing here?”
Edith pointed to the apartment above the shops and said, “I have business there.” Then she jerked her thumb over her shoulder and said, “There is a man with a camera back there taking pictures who said you have naked bodies coming out of thin air.”
Detective Philipson squinted as he looked over Edith’s shoulder. “Oh, that is Frank Millard. He reports for the Enquirer. He seems to know as fast as we do when one of these bodies materializes out of thin air.”
“So, he wasn’t just blowing smoke.” Replied Edith, “You do have naked bodies just showing up out of thin air around here.”
“Well, don’t tell the Enquirer,” Said Detective Philipson but we have narrowed it down to an area fo about a square yard about where the first passenger seat is on the bus. So far one has shown up in a cab, one in a delivery van, one just on the street and this one in a bus. They pop in, so to speak about every 18 to 20 hours.”
Again, jerking her thumb over her shoulder, Edith said, “That’s what he said, every 18 to 20 hours. I suspect he knows about your square yard.”
Special Agent Fleishman stepped out of the bus, “Ms. Gunderson what are you doing here?”
“I’d ask you the same question, but I took the note you got that the boys wanted to see you to Judge Henderson the last time we had dinner,” replied Edith. Turning to look over her shoulder, she added, “If you want to stay out of the Enquirer, don’t let him get your picture.”
“That man is resourceful,” replied Special Agent Philipson. “He used a parabolic microphone in the detective’s squad room just a while ago to listen to us speculate.”
“Speculate,” said, Edith. “Why are you speculating?
“Well in the business we are in one speculates to either help find what happened or to find out how foolish speculation is,” replied Detective Philipson.
Edith looked pensive for a moment and then said, “You know having naked bodies appear out of thin air could cause a serious accident. Why don’t you set up public utilities work tent over the area and let them pop in without endangering traffic and,” pointing to the sidewalk on both sides of the street, “jaywalkers.”
Both men had looks on their faces that are usually accompanied by a person slapping his or her forehead and saying, ‘why didn’t I think of that?’
Edith smiled and said, “Now if you will excuse me, there is a little boy upstairs I need to see and find out why he is not eating.”
As Edith opened the door between the shops to go upstairs to the apartments, Detective Philipson said, “She makes me feel like an idiot, but in a good way.”
Special Agent Fleishman said, “Me too. I would guess she will have that little boy eating faster than we will figure out where the bodies come from. Or she will get him hooked on hot chocolate with marshmallows like she did me.”