I’ve been thinking about this for a while now: My Beloved needs to start a blog. He really really does.
My Hunk of Mountain Hunkyness grew up in a tiny town near the ski resort of Mammoth Mountain, CA. When I first saw the town years ago, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think places like this actually existed anymore: Places with peaceful, tree-lined streets; quaint cottages in yellow and red and blue; picket fences. One main street called Main Street. One high school a couple blocks away. One grade school just down the street. One crazy-eyed red horse staring down from atop a gas station roof. I think it was the rabid horse that first won my city girl’s heart. But as time goes on, something else is happening whenever I’m there. The flow of life there, the close community, the way people are there for each other through thick and thin — these things are seeping into my blood and lodging deep in my heart and making me long for more of them in my life.
And MB grew up with all that, with this kind of Rockwellian childhood full of quirky adventures and mountain escapades all performed on a stage of sagebrush. From time to time he muses to me I might want to try to tell my stories and I always say I really think you should and he’ll say, “Okay … maybe … “ and then I start going on and on about it, most likely, until he’s stifled into silence.
But the stories! They simply must be told. I mean, please: The Joey Baybar Incident? The Amos Yang Hubbub? The Moon Goddess Interlude? The Kitty Lion Tamer Spectacle? Please. Please. They’re gold, Jerry, gold.
MB, I love you. And I love your stories.
Anytime, baby. ANYtime.
That would be awesome, MB with a blog. And yes, I love towns like that.
See. Now I have to hear about the Amos Yang Hubbub.
ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease!!!!
He can start by guest-posting here, couldn’t he? We’ll read all his posts in Jean Shepard Voice.
The Amos Yang Hubbub (as it came to be known)…
Hahaha! You guys rock! The blatant loving pressure spreads ….
NF — I love that! That’s how it would have to be, definitely. Dontcha just love how the day you get to watch Christmas Story again is just around the corner?? Jean Shepard was a genius.
If I don’t hear about the Moon Goddess Interlude, and soon, I might start cracking skulls.
Uh… yeah, I get the small town nostalgia thing, but Norman Rockwell, wasn’t he all about town life in New England? Those people wouldn’t know sage brush if it bit ’em on their bunyons.
Bill — What’s with the snark? Gosh, I guess you’re right.
Let’s have a moment of silence in honor of my wrongness.
Uh … yeah, while we’re at it, you misspelled “bunions.”
And “Bunyan” brings us full circle to the most recent Best Game Ever! There ya go! 🙂
I meant Best Thing Ever Game, duh! (Don’t mind me, I have gradschoolpaper brain.)
Kate P — Hahahaha! “Six Degrees of Separation from The Best Thing Ever Blog Game.”