When we last left this story...
After finally attributing Eileen’s premonition of being meant to follow Route 21 north through Palmyra, NY for a reason to the “Anal Bong” jokes (If that’s what some people insisted on calling them) that we had been subjected to early that stormy night...
There in the middle of a deserted road, illuminated by a great flash of lightening Steve and Eileen now stood in the pouring rain holding strange tablets of ancient text...
A bright shaft of light like a spotlight from heaven shined upon three spirits now facing them in the road... Great torrents of rain continued to fall as the spirits of comedy gods Richard Pryor, Sam Kinison and George Carlin appeared to the weary and wet travelers...
Explaining that they held in their hands... The (Comedy) Book of (for) Moron(s)
They were to spread the “gospel” of good comedy... To comedy morons across the country... Told by the spirit of Carlin they were chosen by the anointing they had received by his High Priest of Comedy Ralph Tetta...
As graduates of the Tetta School of Comedy they had been anointed in strict Old Testament fashion... Just as the Old Testament High Priests dipped Hyssop into Holy Water to sprinkle those worshipping in the Temple...
Graduates of the Tetta School of Comedy, were anointed by the High Priest himself... As High Priest Tetta dipped Basil leaves into Holy Marinara Sauce to sprinkle upon his students the "Red Badge of Stage Courage" and pronounce them ready to follow their comedic dreams...
Next Opening The Ancient Text...
...To be continued
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
'Twas a Dark and Stormy Night
Missing our NYS Thruway exit at Route 14 in last night’s rain storm... I angrily continued on to the Route 21 exit...
As Eileen made a seemingly inane comment about things happening for a reason and that we must be meant to take Route 21 north home to Pultneyville... I chalked it up to various reasons... The late hour... The long and harrowing drive home through the storm… The humidity... The fried bar food we had called dinner... Take your pick...
Leaving the toll booth and turning north onto Route 21 and following the signs towards Palmyra, NY... The sense of the inevitable filled the car... Rain continued to pour down, hydro-blasting the windshield of bugs and road tar as the wind buffeted the car I struggled to keep it on the dark road... Illuminated only by the great bolts of lightening crashing all around us...
Rounding a bend in perfect sequence with a lightening strike... We saw the reason we were meant to take Route 21 north home through Palmyra through the rain driven glare of our headlights...
Coming to a stop on the now dark and deserted road... Jumping from the car and we both ran ahead in the road... There in there middle of the road were several tablets...
...To be continued
As Eileen made a seemingly inane comment about things happening for a reason and that we must be meant to take Route 21 north home to Pultneyville... I chalked it up to various reasons... The late hour... The long and harrowing drive home through the storm… The humidity... The fried bar food we had called dinner... Take your pick...
Leaving the toll booth and turning north onto Route 21 and following the signs towards Palmyra, NY... The sense of the inevitable filled the car... Rain continued to pour down, hydro-blasting the windshield of bugs and road tar as the wind buffeted the car I struggled to keep it on the dark road... Illuminated only by the great bolts of lightening crashing all around us...
Rounding a bend in perfect sequence with a lightening strike... We saw the reason we were meant to take Route 21 north home through Palmyra through the rain driven glare of our headlights...
Coming to a stop on the now dark and deserted road... Jumping from the car and we both ran ahead in the road... There in there middle of the road were several tablets...
...To be continued
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