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For days I've been hearing that today is Mexican Thanksgiving Day, which being ETERNALLY GRATEFUL to have escaped Wilmington, NC ALIVE -- and not even MAIMED or WOUNDED -- I figured MY greatfulness would be the BIGGEST in this town of 300, off-season, but being such an OBSESSIVE writer and all, I'd had nary a chance to research the holiday -- until this morning.
First, I asked Miguel, a neighbor, whom I spied walking down the street from my non-leafy shabby-shiek tree-house (sans trees -- except those that I've potted on my terrace). He exclaimed with delight, "YES!!!" so I asked him what happens in town about it and he shrugged his shoulders. I asked if the town or any restaurants had any special celebrations -- another shrug.
Frustrated, I said, "Well, no one works today, then, right?" and he replied that he was RETURNING from work and held up a clear plastic bag holding about six 14-inch Red Snappers (about an hour's catch in the waters here), so I laughed and said, "Ah, I see you are SELF-employed," to which he replied "The best way to BE!!!"
I laughed too -- having to GIVE UP.
But I took to the Internet that claims there's no such thing. There's no bank (or church, post office, etc., for that matter), in this town, so I couldn't run over to see if it was open. It's a mystery.
I have LOTS on GOOD NEWS on my plate that would take YEARS to write, so after posting this little teaser-post, I'll meditate and decide what to do next, but I will PROBABY cobble a lot of notes into an email to Ms. Gwenyfar Rohler, whose review of Tennessee Williams' THE GLASS MENAGERIE at UNC-Wilmington I just chanced on, and then googling discovered I've had SEVERAL conversations with her in her bookstore, Old Books of Front Street, where I not only had hoped to LAUNCH a paper edition of http://www.amazon.com/WALKING-ON-GLASS-TENNESSEE-ebook/dp/B0053480S2 , but encountered the BOASTING STRAIGHT BANTAM ROOSTERS who FIRST swore to me that only one in eight married Wilmington men are STRAIGHT -- and they were (each) taking up to three per day to sexual/sensual HEAVEN. HA!!!
My question about THAT is only: Just how many hundreds of children are running around Wilmington wondering why they look NOTHING like their supposed fathers???
Well, here's a fun posting from my FACEBOOK PAGE to amuse you before I post what I write to Ms. Rohler:
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