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Bud Grossmann’s
Words of the Week
for the Week of
March 11, 2012
Previously unpublished fiction.
© 2012 by Bud Grossmann.
All Rights Reserved.
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Faux News, 2012
© 2012 by Bud Grossmann
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POWER OF THE FLOWER PRESS
Saturday, March 10, 2012
No, Mike, the book in which I recently discovered a desiccated morning glory was not an “old law school text book,” and the blossom, most of which I carefully scraped from the page with a knife blade so I could read the words beneath it, was not mine. But, now that you have mentioned law school books, I will mention that Love Story is in the bookrack of my cellar “outhouse” right now. I have arrived at the point in the story where Ollie, third in his class at Harvard Law in the year 1964, has accepted employment with the enviable starting salary of $11,800 per annum.
The flower-pressing volume happens to be The Killer of Little Shepherds: A True Crime Story and the Birth of Forensic Science, by Douglas Starr. Last Christmas I gave it to Charlene Breckenfelder (this week turning eighty-four years old, a former next-door neighbor of your wife, now one of my best friends in Fjord, no question). Though I was sure it would be a perfect gift, Charlene didn’t finish it. She gave it back to me, and now I am reading it, slowly. I mentioned the book not long ago to a friend in Idaho, who immediately bought it for her Kindle and devoured it in a day.
Seems I recall you recommended the movie Moneyball. No? Yes? Dad and I watched it this past week (separately, two nights with a Netflix disk), and we both rated it highly.
Dad turned eighty-six yesterday. We went for fish fry someplace you’ve probably been, the Old Corral in Ninian. Six of us went: Dad, Barry (birthday on the Ides of March), Aunt Francine (birthday on St. Patrick’s Day), cousins Berta and Ethan, and Young Dave. After supper the four of us from Fjord went to Aunt Francine’s house for birthday cake, reminiscences, and gossip, some of the latter relating to Mike Eastman and his spine.
Please let me know if you check out the flower press by Douglas Starr. One good lead leads to another, seems to be one of its themes, or one of its hopes, and possibly one good read will lead to another much-praised best-seller. I’m thinking of Kenneth, not Douglas, and “The Starr Rapport,” whose cover, as I recall, features a variation of a famous blurb attributed to Sigmund Freud. “Blurb,” I say! Oh, isn’t English wonderful! What I’ve long wondered, Mike, is whether onomatopoeia sounds particularly like what the term describes.
Always good to hear from you, my friend.
Love, Dave
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