Neanderpundit

And two, three, and four, and Veliciman is five, and six. Six shall be the number of the counting, and the number of the counting, shall be six.

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From time to time I drag old books out of my library and re-read them, and today I found a receipt in a copy of Warlock by Wilson Tucker. The receipt is for $3.08, and it bought me a half gallon jug of cheap wine, the kind with the thumbhole and screw cap, and it also got me a dozen Ho-Ho’s. From the price you can pretty much guess how long ago that was.

I specifically remember the wine, and the ho-ho’s and the weekend. THis was not long after being forcibly ejected from Marriage #1, and years before I met the Ogwife.

I was spending a weekend with a.. Well, a hippie. Not in the classical sense, of course, I can’t imagine having that nice a weekend with a liberal, but a girl with long hair who wore cut flowers and ate whole foods and such. I think she voted for Reagan, so I was safe. No, she was, for lack of a better word, an “earthy” girl, who lived in a cottage on an estate where her job was live-in caretaker for the estate-owner’s horses. I was between gigs, and had about $40 to my name, but she liked to read, so i brought a box of books for her, and the ho-ho’s and wine.

Her cottage was pretty much a room and a bathroom, snug but tiny, with a bare minimum of plumbing and electricity. It had an iron roof which made an intense din when it rained.
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