Mar 13, 2011
Welcome to the thirteenth instalment of my short story collection I have titled, "Stories I Tell on Myself." We have a single story this week that I think you will enjoy!
Forms Can Ask the Funniest Things: This story gives you an idea (a small one, at that) of what I do 30 hours a week --- and why, in the repetitive nature of those hours, something like these tidbits are so funny. The story is barely a page long ---I say the words and then it’s over --- so you might have to listen twice. I hope you laugh. I did ---not only when these forms appeared before me, but later when I wrote what you will hear.
It Was a Ball: When is a Ball not a ball? The answer is simple: When the Ball lasts far into the night, long beyond the last dance, and into the frozen night. A guy named Woodie plays a major role in this event, and I promise he has no relationship with Tom Hank’s part in Toy Story 1 or 2 or 3.
I encourage you to provide feedback on this story or any of the earlier shorts by email at firstname.lastname@example.org or by voicemail at 1 206 339 5456.