Thursday, March 25, 2010


Kathy was the first girl to befriend me when we moved from Windsor to Pike Creek. She also gave me my initiation into country humour, the kind reserved for city people: She told me that her house did not have a toilet so I had to go pee in the barn alongside the cows. Unaccustomed to the locals and afraid to offend lest I end up inside a wicker effigy and burned to death, I acquiesced. I really had to go. I can still hear her laughter ring out over the cornfield as I sat, my ass blazed with straw.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Laurie. I didn't know you were blogging.
    Nice. Un cadavre exquis - how very surreal


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