Sep7

missing person.

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in between crimecon sessions 

one option is to run outside

to a variety of food trucks

to grab a quick bite to eat

but alas

it’s not so quick this time

 after waiting such a long, long time

someone from the chili con quesadilla truck 

finally pops out with a food order

calling  out ‘Debra! Debra! Debra!’

but  Debra! does not answer

there is no Debra!

she tries again

and again.

a few people 

both male and female

offer up themselves as Debra!

they are hungry 

tired of waiting

the chili truck woman

knows they are not Debra!

will not  give them Debra’s! food

she calls out Debra!

yet again.

being at a crime convention

I casually mention

to my new crime friends in line

it seems odd

that someone who wait in line for so very long

would  just walk away

right when her food was finally ready

without her food

now I’m suspicious

has Debra! gone missing?

why has Debra! gone missing?

where is Debra?

has something happened to Debra!?

now the whole line is asking

where is Debra!?

now the whole line is calling

Debra! Debra! Debra!

—

‘i went to the missing persons bureau but no one was there.’

-george carlin

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  10. Not exactly the same, but I was at a festival yesterday (pictures Tuesday!) and there was an announcement about an 8 year old girl dressed all in in pink that had gone missing. Everyone was looking for her, me included. She turned up, fortunately,

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  14. Many years ago, I made plans to go to the Simon & Garfunkel concert on the Great Lawn in Central Park with my friend Dianne. She had to work that day, but I didn’t. So, I was in charge of securing a site near the front of the stage. Even though I got there early in the morning, I was still about 200 feet from the stage. That was a pretty good location, though. I unloaded the dolly of stuff I brought with me. Blankets, coolers of ice and cases of beer and a tiny white picket fence. I created my own little 8′ x 8′ island in the sea of people. Everyone else was packed like sardines. I invited my neighbors onto my “island” because I knew I couldn’t defend my turf by myself. I even gave them beers. All I asked in return was that after 5 p.m. we would all yell out “Dianne, over here.” every fifteen minutes. We had a ball. The show was great. We finished all the beers. Dianne never found us. She was way back in the trees.

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