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Entry date: 7-4-2023 – Fireworks (and The Bet) – Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,


I bought some fireworks for tonight. The dude who runs the fireworks store outside of Farmington, ME has been steering me right for the last few summers. He knows what he’s doing, too. Reeling me in slowly. Last year we bumped up to some bigger boomboxes, for lack of a better term, and this year he sold me one on sale for about $35. I bet it is going to be righteous, but it will go fast.


I am already plotting how I can someday blow about $1000 on fireworks and put on an amazing show. I guess I better find a new profession or sell some big story. Either way, this year the folks who stick around until dark are going to get a treat. Let freedom reign.


*****


Sure, sure, America is having a birthday, but I hope Lori had a wonderful birthday the other day. I’m sure Dad treated her like a queen, and we all hope she had a great day. We love our Gramma Lori! See you soon.


*****


I don’t really care who the Suns fifth starter is this upcoming season. At this point, it will be fun to think about how the team is going to take shape. I can’t remember the last time I knew this little about the team. How fun!


*****


Winny was screaming.


Marcy felt like she had barely closed her eyes after crawling into bed when the sound of her daughter wailing in her room down the hall hit her like a ton of bricks. Before she knew it, she was halfway to Winny’s bedside.


“What’s wrong, Poo?” Marcy asked.


Winny’s family nickname had denigrated itself from Winny the Pooh to just “Poo” over the years. Everyone thought this was funny and Winny seemed to love it. In a few years, though, she would see the Robin Williams’ film of John Irving’s World According to Garp and the name would cease being fun for her, but that’s another story.


“He’s in the closet, Mama!” Winny screamed.


“Who’s in the closet?”


“Jimmy.”


Marcy froze.


“Jimmy’s in the closet? My Jimmy?”


The words sounded strangely different this time as they came out of her mouth.


“Yes. (Sobbing) Jimmy from the m-m-movies. How d-d-d-did he get here?” pleaded Winny.


“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m sure you’re just dreaming.”


“No, mama. He went in the closet when he heard you coming.”


“But…” Marcy stopped herself.


“Tell him to go away. He’s afraid of you. He said so.”


“What else did he say?”

“He said that I should never tell anyone he was hiding in my room, but I told him I couldn’t keep secrets from you and daddy.”


“Good girl. You know better than to keep secrets. What else did he say?”


Marcy calmed down a bit. She didn’t realize it, but her breathing was getting back to normal. This helped Winny calm down, too.


“I don’t know, mama. He was sitting in the middle of my floor when I woke up. I needed to go pee, I think. I thought I was just having a dream, but when he started laughing at me, I screamed,” said Winny.


“I’ll go talk to him. He’s in there?” Marcy said as she pointed toward the closet door.


*****


See you tomorrow.



Not a scary closet at all.

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