Re: RESPONSE TO:Response to Scottie's letter to Jocelyn

Paul Kennedy (kennedyp@toronto.cbc.ca)
Mon, 02 Aug 1999 05:53:33 -0400 (EDT)

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

A guy goes away for a weekend at Otter Lake (where Thurber and White got
drunk one night, and tried to sneak a stolen dinner bell across the widest
stretch of water--which bell is probably STILL somewhere on the bottom of
Otter!, bottomfishers....), which is the "Canadian" equivalent of Walden,
thankyou very much (although it would take more than a million 'Meruhcan
dollars to take me down that PARTICULAR Leacockian thread.... I SHOULD try
to apologize for Celine Dion, if I can, though.... While taking credit for
Joni Mitchell.... And wondering why no one else knew that Leonard Cohen was
half Catskills and half Charles Baudelaire.... Maybe Scottie's right after
all?)....

What do I find?

Camille is back.  (I'd seen her get off the bus, having mentioned
Shakespeare even before I did, much to my subsequent chagrin....  It was
painful to learn that this was a widely-known distant early warning syndrome
for the dreaded Creeping Sectionmania Syndrome....  I'm due to die within a
week....  So say nice things about and to me, if you can....) The
aforementioned Scottie is back in full form.  (And did I hear the good
doctor implying that bananfish are basically writers-in-training?  ...with a
corollary diagnosis prescribing Introspection rather than Healthy Doses of
Tolstoy, during a personal reading of fishbowl scripture that was
characteristically profound....  After which he limped off into the sunset,
looking for all the world like Gary Cooper in some black and white
western....)  And there's an erudite and witty response from somebananafish
named Jonathan, whom I've never met but KNOW I should....  I just don't know
how to say "hello" in true Canadian English....  (Oh shit, I should also
apologize for Pacey from UP THE CREEK WITHOUT A PADDLE--which is an
admirably common Canadian expression for various fishes to feed on....)
  
Will, I believe, should be back from Tuscany (where, no doubt, he nibbled
little tidbits of boticelli bananafishfood from the bottom of the Arno....)
any instant, if he's not already back and moving east from Colorado even as
I type....  I'm also eager for his return, because I'm looking forward to
taking him to a World Series Game in the Skydome this October....

I think I'm losing it.  I tried to explain Seymour's suicide to my wife this
weekend, up at Otter, and for a while I think she thought I was talking
about a real person who once worked at my radio station....  

Speaking of which, it's almost time to go....

Cheers,

Paul