Ole’ to you all, my dear readers. That’s how all the locals say “hello” in the countries where they speak Spanish, and believe me, there are several. I just got off the phone with my old pal Bill. We don’t get to see each other much these days since he doesn’t like to take the car on the highway anymore, and if you stick to the back roads, it takes over ten hours for him to get here. But he does just fine around town, though. Well, Billy called this morning to tell me that he had heard from his neighbor that the borough treasurer has taken ill, and he wanted to know if I had heard anything.
Back when Billy and I were in school together, that borough treasurer had been our class president. Howard was his name. I’m not sure why he made the transition from the executive to the financial branch of government, but that’s exactly what he did. I asked Billy what was wrong with him and he said he didn’t know, and that’s why he was calling me. I told him that I haven’t lived in town for over fifty years, so I wasn’t privy to the gossip the way he still is. Billy said that the last time he had seen Howard was during the last campaign, and he had seemed healthy as a horse then, going around kissing babies and widows and whatnot.
Billy gave me the address of borough hall so I can send a get well card, just to be on the safe side. That’s what you do when you’re not sure if someone is ailing: You send them a card, but you have to make sure it’s one of the ones that’s completely blank on the inside and doesn’t say anything like “get well soon” on the outside. Something with a picture is nice, like a picture of a sun or a porpoise…something neutral. You get the idea.
Until next time!