6/16/12
This is a turning point…
Information continues to pour in and amazingly impressions and clues that came through last summer are beginning to take shape this summer. I am awed that the universe continues to reveal itself, one layer at a time and I am excited that now the road begins to level out before me.
Charley has been constant of late; my father and mother as well. The air is filled with the scent of Gardenias (my mother’s favorite) and my father’s face seems to smile at me from every portrait in my purview. I am smiling more these days too, with each written page of the book; I climb my way down from the emotional high of discovery to disclosure.
Oh dear readers, you should know that this book is not just about murder and delayed justice- but eventual redemption and forgiveness. But that- they will have to get from God-not me. The 4 in flannel will be asked to pay a price. Even those not bright enough to know they are already damned, like you Mr. Farmer… who now sits with withered hand and feeble legs. Or you, the Man Who Stood at the Shoreline with monogrammed cuffs and silver lighter. And what of you, Mr. Einstein? You walk among the crowds and think that all see you as …well adjusted and honorable. OK, well let’s face it. Nobody really looks at you and thinks honorable anyway-disgusting, maybe-but not honorable. And I know that it seems ironic to use Einstein as your moniker because it implies intelligence…but then that’s not why I use that name. Miss M gave you that name as a way of confirming who you are. Apparently, Mr. Muddy Boots was too long of a name for her to mime from afar. Bet you readers wonder why his boots were muddy, right? Not to worry- the book will explain!
And Grim? You have lived such a privileged life of misplaced honor. What will they say when they learn of your miss-deeds? Yes… I know I wrote miss-deeds. Which actually is implies singular and not plural-and that is incorrect because there was more than one little miss-deed in your life. In fact there were a few little misses. Pity your wife will find she was not the apple of your eye. But hey…on the flip side? She’s not dead either- so maybe you did like her better than the rest in the end! After all, you once told me. “She’s the only person you would ever trust.” Pity shame she won’t feel the same about you when she learns what you have done.
I have always told you… you can run, but you cannot hide. Does she know how much you like bonfires? July is right around the corner! Maybe you could take her to one? You could cook hot dogs, hamburgers… make ‘Smores and explain why you have lied to her for all these years??? July is a perfect time of year to burn things! Bridges…people … Or just parts of people? I get so confused! I’d call your attorney to get it straight, but so sad. He’s dead, isn’t he? He’s dead… and he cannot protect you anymore-can he? No more attorney-client privileges.
Wow… Karma really is a bitch!
Soooo… let’s just live large until the end. Maybe have a glass of wine and light a bonfire baby!
Cook a hot dog for me, will ya Grim? Bet you like yours with the works, huh? Mustard, ketchup, relish, onions…prison? Oh sorry….my bad!
As for me? I’ll just take mine plain, Grim- hold the bodies!
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