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Bud Grossmann’s
Words of the Week
for the Week of
November 9, 2008
Previously unpublished fiction.
© 2008 by Bud Grossmann.
All Rights Reserved.
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Man in Sunshine, 1973
© 1973 by Bud Grossmann
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APOLITICAL MESSAGE
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I wheeled my mother downtown in her wheelchair, called Dad on his cell when we were done voting, and he said he could see me from where he was in the RAV-4 on High Street. Aunt Miriam pushed Mom to the post office, and we saw Woody Martin in front of his place, in shorts, slip-on shoes, no shirt, boarding a 3-speed bike, his belly about balanced on the handlebars. “Hey, Woodrow, good morning!” I said.
“How ya doin’,” he said.
“You going to the swimming pool?” I asked. “Nice day for it.”
Weather is I don’t know what, something in the seventies. Even Mom, in her Debbie hat, was commenting on how nice it was. Blinding gold on some of the maples, no leaves at all on others. Burning bushes still blazing nicely some places. Rich blue sky, scarcely any clouds. Sweet breeze.
“Ja,” Woody said, “I’m going to the pool, gonna lay in the sun.”
“Lie,” I said.
“I might be jokin’,” Woody said, “but I ain’t lyin’. I’m gonna lay in the sun. If Fjord had a pool, I might swim in it.”
“Uh-huh, okay,” I said.
He was gone before I remembered I had my camera in the knapsack on Mom’s wheelchair.
Love, Dave
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