Time to thank my readers
Writing by treason on Saturday, 25 of June , 2005 at 2:48 pm
I took a few minutes to do a quick overview of The Voice of Treason, and I’ve discovered a few comments from readers. Thank you, Louise, for finding my description of the Iams ad featuring Charlie, the aging dog, tearworthy. I know Louise, and have written about her here. She’s the one who’s Catholic and conservative.
I’ve noted, too, that Brianna has inserted a few comments herself. Thank you for your thoughts on The Bad Seed, mandatory service, the Jackson trial, and a woman’s right to vote. To me, the Jackson trial was a circus and proof that money can’t buy happiness - but occasionally it can buy juries. Brianna suggests that Michael was also buying supporters. How much did the woman with the doves get?
Brianna, who admits in one entry that she actually volunteered in the Clinton campaign at age 13, describes herself as a bleeding heart Liberal. I’ve told her that I suspect she’s a closet conservative. She has common sense, and a desire to marry and raise a family. I sense that she has the strength and determination, like Louise, to be a fine parent. I like that she can see that some of the people she knows who have children shouldn’t. But when I say the C word, she bristles. I’m conservative, but have no interest in marriage or bringing children into the world. Does that make me a liberal? No, that just makes me a topic of conversation.
I imagine I’ll end up like Betty F. When I was growing up in Chicago, I always cut through the alleys to get to where I was going. There was a woman who’d stand on her back porch and throw food across the alley to the rooftop on the other side. It was for the pigeons. Kids would yell up at her: “Nutty Betty! F*ck you, you crazy b*tch!!!” I never did. One day she threw money at me. “Go to the store and buy candy!” She wanted me to bring her those orange flavored jelly slices covered in sugar. I climbed the stairs to her apartment, not knowing what to expect.
What I found was an immaculate, beautifully decorated apartment. Her bedroom furniture was dark wood, probably Queen Anne, and her canopy bed was covered with a lovely lavender floral material and lace. So feminine.
She sat me down at the kitchen table and peeled me an ice cold orange, and handed me the slices on a paper napkin. Then we fed the pigeons. I visited her often. I don’t think she was nutty. Lonely, perhaps; but nutty? Not at all.
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