Thursday, Dec. 30, 1999
“I remember in my youth, I had made a
mask out of rubber bands and construction paper. It was a beautiful thing,
glittering with sparkles I had glued around the eye holes. I would wear
it everywhere and would make people call me 'Mr. Dingle' and refer to myself
in third person as in 'Mr. Dingle would like some mashed potatoes' and
'Mr. Dingle demands we watch cartoons.' One day, my father approached me
with a sad look on his face. Great Aunt Mable had died of pneumonia and
the family was in mourning. So my father says to me, in that gentle way
of his, 'Son. We all like Mr. Dingle, but I'm afraid he's not invited to
the funeral. Only you were invited.' I was stunned. I said, 'Dad! I'm 22
years old! I'll decide whether Mr. Dingle is invited or not!' Mr.
Dingle enjoyed that funeral. I think Great Aunt Mable would have been proud.”
“Mr. Dingle”
Milestones
the commune's scratch 'n sniff look at last year's office potluck
Opportunities
Pants a Capitalist
Free Virus Baggies
Take a Kitten, Please
the commune book selections
the commune's Bear in Rearview
the commune's Big Book of Duke
Faces of the commune
the commune 100: Leaders and Revolutionaries
the commune 100: Traitors and Noodledicks
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"Mr. Dingle"
I remember in my youth, I had made a mask out of rubber bands and construction
paper. It was a beautiful thing, glittering with sparkles I had glued around the eye
holes.