The Liepaja Stepbrothers of Latvia sold old shoes and heels supports from the boot of an old Dash Rambler. The Liepaja Stepbrothers were in cahoots with the Kista Brothers of Stockholms Lan, who also sold old shoes and heel supports from the boot of their car. They were fighting with the Sibu Brothers of Sarawak over the sole right to sell old shoes and heel supports from the boots of their cars. An old man in Aurora Colorado sat on his front porch rocking, wondering if he would have a day brimming with joy and happiness. In Nottingham, far, far away, a man sat on his back stoop wondering whether the sky was really blue or just a faint bluish blue. In Tabriz Azarbayjan-e Bakhtari a man who worked for the Hamara System Tabriz Technology Company ate a boiled ham sandwich with Gibbs’ hard mustard, his face twisted and red. ‘The world is a silly, silly place’ thought the man in the hat, ‘and getting sillier by the minute’. The sky turned azure blue, a hackling of puffins crackling and whipping across the blue azure blue skycap.
‘Tomorrow I will buy a loaf of Quaker bread and a half-pound of jellied pork’ The man in the hat did his weekly shopping on Saturdays at the Seder grocer’s. He bought coffee and tea, bread, rice, potatoes and carrots, baker’s chocolate and currants, low sodium soda, orange or grape, carob yeast with the little man on the front of the box, laundry soap, jellied pork and a loaf of oven-fresh Quaker bread. When he was a boy the man in the hat liked nothing better than a boiled ham sandwich with Gibbs’ hard mustard and potato crisps. His mamma made him eat skillet-fried kidneys mashed with asparagus that hurt his throat when he swallowed. She served it with boiled onions and mace, mucked together to form a sticky paste. If he’d had his way he’d have eaten boiled ham sandwiches with Gibbs’ hard mustard for breakfast, lunch and dinner, saving a rasher for a before-bed treat or a afternoon snack. But as his dear mamma kept a stern eye on the larder morning, noon and night, he ate whatever she placed in front of him, even if it hurt when he swallowed and made him feel queasy and sick to his stomach.
Dejesus said he’d leave all his worldly goods to whoever could play ball and jacks for 27½ hours nonstop. The shamble leg man, rising to the challenge said ‘on one condition, that I’m permitted to wear my Husserl cap and go barefooted’. Dejesus, not quite understanding what the shamble leg man was on about, or what a Husserl cap was, agreed. ‘Yes, but you must ball and jack for 27½ hours without stopping or the bets off’. The shamble leg man agreed to the terms of the ball and jack and removed his shoes one loafer at a time, his socks stuck to the insoles of his shoes like calf’s tongues. The sky was full of gray rain-soaked clouds, the sun barely able to keep its head above the horizon, the air thick with flying squirrels and June bugs. ‘On your mark, get set, begin’ announced Dejesus from his dais atop the balustrade wall.
‘Tomorrow I will buy a loaf of Quaker bread and a half-pound of jellied pork’ The man in the hat did his weekly shopping on Saturdays at the Seder grocer’s. He bought coffee and tea, bread, rice, potatoes and carrots, baker’s chocolate and currants, low sodium soda, orange or grape, carob yeast with the little man on the front of the box, laundry soap, jellied pork and a loaf of oven-fresh Quaker bread. When he was a boy the man in the hat liked nothing better than a boiled ham sandwich with Gibbs’ hard mustard and potato crisps. His mamma made him eat skillet-fried kidneys mashed with asparagus that hurt his throat when he swallowed. She served it with boiled onions and mace, mucked together to form a sticky paste. If he’d had his way he’d have eaten boiled ham sandwiches with Gibbs’ hard mustard for breakfast, lunch and dinner, saving a rasher for a before-bed treat or a afternoon snack. But as his dear mamma kept a stern eye on the larder morning, noon and night, he ate whatever she placed in front of him, even if it hurt when he swallowed and made him feel queasy and sick to his stomach.
Dejesus said he’d leave all his worldly goods to whoever could play ball and jacks for 27½ hours nonstop. The shamble leg man, rising to the challenge said ‘on one condition, that I’m permitted to wear my Husserl cap and go barefooted’. Dejesus, not quite understanding what the shamble leg man was on about, or what a Husserl cap was, agreed. ‘Yes, but you must ball and jack for 27½ hours without stopping or the bets off’. The shamble leg man agreed to the terms of the ball and jack and removed his shoes one loafer at a time, his socks stuck to the insoles of his shoes like calf’s tongues. The sky was full of gray rain-soaked clouds, the sun barely able to keep its head above the horizon, the air thick with flying squirrels and June bugs. ‘On your mark, get set, begin’ announced Dejesus from his dais atop the balustrade wall.
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