Harry Chapin's Greatest Stories...Live! was my family's travelin' music when I was a child; specifically, I remember listening to the album every time moM, daD, Ed, Ryan Dougan (a childhood and adolescence friend) and I would go to away football games and watch the Iowa Falls Cadets cream the Hampton Bulldogs, or cream the Clear Lake Lions, or cream the Eagle Grove Eagles, or lose to the Webster City Lynx. Greatest Stories...Live! us so ingrained in me at this point that there's no way for me to listen to the album objectively and know whether I would have liked his music had I started listening to it at age 26. All I know is that it means something to me because of my history with it. It will be like with my children and Steve Taylor's Squint.
Speaking of Iowa Falls, it is my new goal in life to either the second or third most famous resident of Iowa Falls ever (either before or after Bill Riley, but certainly after Nick Collison). We shall see. Hopefully the play I am working on, "Father, Daughter, and Holy Spirit," will win a Pulitzer, and that will help.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
