Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for September 30, 2012
September 29, 2012
October 01, 2012
Transcript:
Alice: My name is Alice Otterloop, and I'm 4 years old. I live in Cul de Sac, a suburban community ringed by a mighty wall and girded by a moat of stagnant traffic. It's placid exterior hides mysteries to chill the blood! Alice: Yonder stand the haunted gazebo, where no one ever dares set foot. Yet, on midsummer's eve, it's suffused with a special light, and the murmured prayers of ghostly druid priests can be heard! Alice: Or the uncanny old lady, a throwback to a time before could de sac! From her kitsch filled yard she beckons, seeking to turn the unwary into small yappy dogs with her dire magic! Grandma: What'd she say? Alice: Alice! Stop being silly and come talk to your Grandma!
Hope for the cure, then. As a diagnosed Parkihson’s sufferer, it’s been hard to get my head around the fact that, right now, the only way this disease goes is down. All I can do is the best I can, and I give many, many kudos to those who have shown me that down is definitely not out. I may not be able to drive any more, but I definitely know that if you keep going, even if in tiny little steps, you get somewhere – and figuring out where “somewhere” is is an adventure in itself. Thanks, RIchard, for providing me with a bright beacon – not to the unknowable future, but to the bright present.