We've had a few blessedly-cool nights recently. Blessed for humans, at least -- the other morning, walking from house to garage in the chill, I noticed a couple of cicadas creeping with painful slowness. One was right on the threshold of the entry door, and as I picked him up to move out of the way, he struggled lethargically and I could swear I heard a buzzy whisper, "...oil can...."*
* Is it just me, or does Jon Lovitz's pathological liar character "Tommy Flanagan" have more than an echo of the cinematic Tin Woodman in his voice?
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
1 year ago