Crank (Crank 1)

we could expect snow,

and enough of it for

the ski resorts to enjoy

a lucrative Thanksgiving.

Scott went off again.

Just @!$%#@! perfect,

with the Jeep in the shop

and the Subaru needing tires.

November snow!

Ca

n you imagine a worse omen?

Omens! Great!

I wasn’t about to try and dissuade

the Powers-That-Be.

I still needed answers, however.

I picked up the phone, went into

my room, and made a few calls.

The first was to Dad. Not sure why.

Got his answering machine:

Me and Linda Sue were feeling

blue, so we went to Mexico.

Leave your number.

I’m getting a hummer.

Linda Sue? Was she from Kentucky?

No doubt “Miss Louisville” paid for their trip.

But did the world have to know they had oral sex?

And who made Dad a (very bad) poet?

On a crazy whim, I called Adam next.

Guess who was whining in the background.

Kristina? [Momento, Lince. I’ll be right there.]