Great Uncle Eltweed

Mar 16, 2012 06:45

When the call comes, it's never at a convenient time. In this instance, it was at 4 p.m. on a rainswept Saturday in late November. My great uncle, having lived to the improbable age of 102, had apparently finally worn down the staff at Brookside Willow Pavilions with his increasingly loud and incoherent and doleful jeremiads, and the Board of ( Read more... )

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Short Gorey 10kfoxes March 16 2012, 19:42:39 UTC
I really enjoyed this, I was riveted in place through the whole story. Poe snd Hawthorne's My kinsman Major Mollineaux ( I can't remember the spelling), any way It called to mind great stuff.Have ever viewed Goya's etching series Los Capprichios ( again Spelling) There's a tremendous emapathy between your imagery and his.Any way had a great time reading it, thanks.

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Re: Short Gorey guystanton March 18 2012, 18:17:43 UTC
That Goya series is wonderful.

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villagecharm March 17 2012, 02:44:53 UTC
This is so good. Just very quietly devastating.

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guystanton March 18 2012, 18:14:25 UTC
Really? I'd thought it too loud, over the top.

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guystanton March 21 2012, 09:41:06 UTC
I think I made them private. I'll fix it. Please try again later today.

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guystanton March 22 2012, 14:03:38 UTC
"It's located just below 88.1 on a standard radio dial, barely detectable except to the most nimble-fingered. Of course, there's a guy runs an auto shop out in Williamsburg who can tweak your radio just right, if you know just what to say to him and in exactly what tone."

From 2005 to mid-2010 I posted stories here: http://benstockton.livejournal.com/

The one about hiking was just before this one. Let me double-check to see if it's still viewer restricted. It should be up shortly...

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