I’ve got that Sesame Street song in my head. It’s been laying tracks for a while now–the subconscious working on the conscious.
“One of these things just doesn’t belong. . .”
Result: I’ve come to the conclusion that no way were the Fenn’s hungry enough to eat meadowlarks during the Depression. The father had a college degree, steady employment, and apparently, plenty of fish and potatoes. Besides, who would go to all that trouble. I’m going to attribute that to the 15% of the memoir he made up, and add it to the list of questions I’d love to ask him someday. Like, when I drop off the bracelet. (I wish.)
So. Why is that story in the book? Four meadowlarks and a scissortail.
“Can you tell me which thing is not like the other . . .”
Why are four cards and a joker mentioned? Why are there four nuggets and a frog, and a coin, sitting on the map?
“. . . Before I finish my song?”
Or at least before I head west for The Thrill of the Chase.
- A visit to the book factory (hotkeyblog.com)
- Pic Shows End Of The Rainbow (No Pot Of Gold) (now100fm.cbslocal.com)
🙂 mirror… Mirror,,…….. O the wall?