reading this week: “The Uncoupling,” “Bellevue Literary Review,” “Shanghai Girls” and “Dreams of Joy”
“He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” — Clarence Budington Kelland
and this one is especially for Hockey God:
Subject: A Hockey Story
Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right at center ice. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty.
He leans over and asks his neighbour if someone will be sitting there.
“No,” says the neighbour. “The seat is empty.”
“This is incredible,” said the man. “Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs and not use it?”
The neighbour says, “Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Stanley Cup we haven’t been to together since we got married in 1967.”
“Oh … I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. But couldn’t you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbour to take the seat?”
The man shakes his head “No. They’re all at her funeral.”
“We grow tyrannical fighting tyranny. The most alarming spectacle today is not the spectacle of the atomic bomb in an unfederated world, it is the spectacle of the Americans beginning to accept the device of loyalty oaths and witchhunts, beginning to call anybody they don’t like a Communist.” — E.B. White, writer (1899-1985)