Ender the pirate was sailing through the ocean with his crew of three when he met Jane running away from being a full time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and song some shanty songs of pirates and treasure and isle where drinking could be done.
The pirate Ender was sailing away from the port Adjur when his crew mate the bear came by singing a sea shanty about how the gold and treasure was to come their way. The song was off key and the crew of three sang it together like you and me. Off the crew goes for a song not told. About tales of bold pirates stealing gold
As many of you know I use to live in the library during the day light hours of the 1980’s. I spent my time with Lewis, Token, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.
On a trip between Montana, and North Dakota I visited a rather large library on the plains of North Dakota. The library looked like a bank built in the 20’s. I got to spend a few hours there by chance due to the family and car troubles. I quickly found an ole favorite the Hobbit in the back of the library of course where the loners usually just enjoy the peace and quiet. I quickly read through the first 200 or so pages stopping where the dwarfs were imprisoned prior to their release by Bilbo.
Just when the dwarf’s prison doors were to be opened; knowingly, since I had read the book a few times before a book popped out the shelf and fell open next to me reading the Hobbit. Humor how life happens at times. The book was something I had not read nor touched before Harry Flashman. Odd that the book differently was not categorized by the author last name nor title. So I was unsure why it was here. Putting it back an older boring colored hardcover caught my attention. Grabbing at it instead of pulling it from the self it binged back and made me jump back as a click and the whole shelf swung against me as if a door opening. And to that point the shelf pulled back with my hand.
The librarian was no where to be found. I believe she had gone out forgetting me. So with no one to stop me I pulled the door open. There on the floor was a pill of envelopes, and from the light from a window over the chair I was using I could see a light with a pull string light. Bending over reading the address I was the majority addressed to a Mr. Babsy. Humor someone’s Hemingway hideout? Who knows anyway pulling the chain lighted a small room. A table, what looked like a still. The pill of envelopes and a small looking medical gad was what I could see. Being venturous I wnt through the envelopes. Which had wonderful 20s stamps all addressed to Baby. Trying to figure out why their presence was there I noticed a mail drop between the back of the door.