We visited Bloomington this weekend, where it is really spring there, as opposed to faux spring here.
"Here, get on this--lady says there are violets growing in the snow over in Red Bank."
"Violets don't grow in the snow," I said.
"They might in Red Bank," he said. "Slide on over there."
I slid instead to a bar and put in a phone call to the Chief of Police in Red Bank. A desk sergeant answered and I asked him about the violets.
"Ain't no violence over here," he told me, and hung up.
--from "Memoirs of a Drudge," by James Thurber
Jealous of that green grass.
I love Thurber!!
Also, your magnolia caption over there has me giggling. At first I thought, "Oh! pretty flower." And then, "My! Scary flower!!"
Silly.
Posted by: Laurie on April 17, 2003 10:52 PMI often think there's no anecdote from my life that couldn't be illustrated with a Thurber anecdote. Hey! Sounds like another entertaining but ultimately useless project for me!