“Here is another one I wrote”, she said. I listened, waiting so I could reply with an unrehearsed,
“that was very fine.” She smiled, knowing that it was,
and smiled, knowing that I would never say anything
different, not because I couldn’t or
wouldn’t, but appreciated my splendor in being prudent.
“What would you say if that was Stanley’s work?”
“Oh, I would say that was very fine Stan and I mean it,
too.” Stan would have a glimmer in his eye.
He wouldn’t really care. He wrote it as it was and that was that.
He would have it no other way.
She said that she was like that and that if it
worked for her then she had nothing to dread.
“I am willing to wait until the readers get caught up
and I won’t hesitate to help them along if they so
desire, and if they just want to leave it alone and walk away
with no consideration for another day then that’s just the way it is.
I think that last writing said as much and by the way
do you like Michigan Fudge, because you can have some
if you promise to be good.” “I think I am always good,
my self-esteem is high and I have enough of it to carry us both.”
She said she was grateful and then she wondered when
we were going to buy a boat or were we just going to ride our ponies?
Written by Steve Haarman
aka Stanski
aka Stansberry McKricken
January 14, 2021 ^ “Kindness is never lost sometimes it is just never found.”
Steve Haarman 