tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693775542020483450.post2670550162683129990..comments2024-03-28T18:12:54.222-04:00Comments on Progress is fine, but it's gone on for too long.: SS AlbertaMister Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17663484841011868779noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693775542020483450.post-60154485940763277812021-04-20T01:10:42.155-04:002021-04-20T01:10:42.155-04:00Poor Flossie never got the slips she had so covete...Poor Flossie never got the slips she had so coveted. She died, of all things, on October 12, 1908 -- just hours before the so-called "Annie Griffiths" (actually Erata Simphorn, a grifter originally from Cobalt, ON) wrote this alibi-creating card to herself.<br /><br />Flossie crossed over unexpectedly after administering the beating her slatternly neighbor, Zelpha "Boom Boom" Holtz, had been begging for over a period of weeks. Doctor Fahey said she took a massive infarction and that was all they wrote. Fahey said she had felt no pain, but for all his assurances no one could look for long on her cold dead face. Well, hers was always a face to terrify children, even in repose.<br /><br />Between the excitement of "Annie"'s homecoming and the feverish negotiations between Zoroastria, family lawyer Geoffroy Peets, and Father Squillies (who initially refused Flossie burial in the consecrated churchyard at St. Ranulph's), the tomato pickles were pushed to one side and quickly forgotten. They languished -- six gallon jars' worth of them -- on the side porch steps for more than three weeks; then they were stolen, along with an ornamentally carved crutch of unknown provenance, by tramps.<br /><br /><br /><br />ratsnoreply@blogger.com