Since many of you always ask about “The Child” known officially as Spencer, I thought I'd dedicate at least a portion of this space to him this week.
We last left off at the point where he had evacuated from Key Largo due to that hurricane that was bearing down on them. That was the time he brought George from Poland along since he was stranded—just to refresh your memories.
Life went on and he returned to his job working at a “1% club” on Key Largo which he did with much gusto, by the by. Turns out he was working something like 16 hours a day and saving his money, which is always good especially when his mother wants to borrow some.
He and Katie (The Child's Woman or TCW) were always being approached for other job opportunities in various states here in the Belly O the Beast. They decided to check into some of these and ended up accepting a gig in Alaska.
I learn something new weekly at this point and discovered recently that the Princess Cruise Lines (Love Boat) actually owns various towns in Alaska—maybe even in other places too but I'm not sure. Both of the kids and their friend Bill, who is also a 'Conneaut Laker' and worked with them in Florida, all got hired in one of these Princess Line resort towns.
They gave their official notices in Florida and were all told that they could come back at any time in the future. The Alaska gig is seasonal and runs from May through September. They can travel about and work in other seasonal locations in the interim or come back here or do whatever the heck they want. Oh to be young and free again.
So as I type this piece, The Child is home for the next month, give or take. He is organizing all kinds of things for storage purposes which has led to Mother taking up gymnastics when faced with navigating his room. She called last night at a loss for words in terms of describing the situation in said room. Anyone who knows Mother realizes that “loss for words” is generally NOT associated with that woman.
His old room over here which I call “the room formerly known as the child's,” has become overrun with all sorts of “lounging” materials for my YouTube channel. I also refer to it as the “lounging production office.” Not to mention but he moved next door to Mother's house about a year or so before heading off to Florida. You might recall that I actually got fairly emotional over that big plunge placing him approximately 100 yards from me but I digress.
Although I am rather tickled pink that he will be working in a place that I've always wanted to visit, it sure is a lot further away than Florida. I'm having some feelings about this right now so hold on for a few minutes as I pull myself together.
Ten minutes later: I'm back and am doing a bit better at this time. I know you were totally concerned about my state of well-being, which is probably nothing new now that I ponder.
I'm quite certain that we will be whisked off to Greenville for a delightful meal with Mother, prior to the exit of The Child and TCW. For those who are relatively new to this blather, Mother is madly in love with the restaurant formerly known as The Greenville Country Club and takes every and any opportunity to whip us down there. I've written about this before and won't bore you this time.
Speaking of boring, I guess this is really all I can conjure at this time. Coin Boy is once again soaring out of his little nest here on the Houserman Compound which is leading to more tears on my part.
It seems like a lifetime ago when he used to pen his little coin column in this very paper, doesn't it? He is still interested in that subject and could probably give a 2 hour dissertation on the values of various coins to this day. Now I'm taking another walk down memory lane about how he used to dictate the weekly columns to me and I would be his typist. Also he is the one who gathered all the information which is still being used weekly in the Birthdays and History section of this publication.
He did that by copying down the materials from the computer using a notebook and then I typed it out for him. AWE those were the days.
Well, I think this does it for the week as I find myself slipping into a deep depression currently and need time to pull myself together. Thank you to all who ask about The Child when I see you in public. Mother generally tells me (if she remembers) if So and So asked about Spencer, etc.
Before I close, I want to thank the Hiltons for sending me postcards from various points of interest during a tour of the south that they are undertaking. I simply adore getting these postcards and have them on display in the lounging production office/the room formerly known as the child's.
For anyone who is simply chomping at the bit due to the possibility of sending me a postcard, you may do so at: Box 5227, Conneaut Lake, PA 16316.
THE END (Interstate Crosscheck, AIPAC, Geoengineering, “War is a Racket,” by General Smedley Butler)