Loaf is the pan your mother baked bread in, and it is what your friend did on Saturday afternoon while you washed your dad’s car. Car is short for automobile. Automobile is “machina” in Russian. Rushin’ is what I do in the morning to get to work on time. Time is what Jim Croche wanted in a bottle. Bottle is nice for jug. Jug is just
jug, and it held moonshine once, but now it holds cleaning chemicals we put under the kitchen sink. Sink is what Molly Brown refused to do when she burned her fortune in the wood stove. Stoves are small in Europe, Russia, and the Mid East; in fact, they’re small everywhere but America. America loves big stoves and wide-opened space.
Space is not about astronauts and the moon, now it is about MySpace. MySpace is computer lingo for community. Community used to be about neighbors and giving a helping hand, but now it is about who finds you on the web. Web is what spiders weave. Weave is how baskets are made. Made in China is still ruling the world. The world is
small now—just a Skype away. That means home, with all the home-baked, hot, steaming, mouth watering bread, is just a Skype away. And that’s what you wish about me—away!
Bonnie Saul Wilks 
I never knew you were playful. Our language is funny. The other night Tom Ellery and I were to meet at Walmart (a distortion of Lamarwt) and he told me he was going there to pick up some fish. I said Ok I’ll meet you in the food section. Later I called him and said “Where are you?” He said, “A lady is wrapping up some fish for me.” I said, “I’m in the food section and I don’t see you.” He said, “These are live tropical fish.” I told him only a single person would go to Walmart at night to buy tropical fish!
Bonnie, How do I join a blog?
Lamar,
Glad you liked this. I could spend all my time writing this kind of nonsense, but what eternal affect would it have? ha!