i tried to dispatch uncle freddie: "sam you moron, this is my day by the swimmy pool" in his manic droll, "and besides, i've scheduled extra naps". the silence of his hanging up on me was typical. i can't think of a phone call from uncle freddie where he ever said goodbye.
left to interview the large humped, ruminant quadruped dromedary myself i was on a tight timeframe. little remained for me but the simple question. it begged to be asked of it's own. the whole world wanted to know: "why did you eat the lady's hair?"
he never did answer the reporter's question, but my interrogation techniques are better than the U.S. military on a waterboard bender.
he said, "she was there. she had hair. i couldn't resist."