Saturday, June 28, 2008

The Unionville Chronicles

Fourteenth Canto

Gather round for the story, a storm's coming.  Or maybe that's just my father's voice.  Thanks, Pop,  and happy birthday.

The stagecoach master has the written text.  Do you know how many criminals, desperadoes and reprobates would like to get their hands on the written text of this pome?

17 comments:

mireille said...

Happy birthday, Father of Doug! Good job! Doug, what criminals, desperados and reprobates are you talking about? xoxo

mireille said...

Also, the coyote seems to have reproduced ... a second copy of the Chronicle in text. xoxo

actonbell said...

Happy birthday to Doug's Pop! And that was fabulous:)
It has an Edgar Allen Poe feel to it. I really really like it.

G said...

Happy Birthday Doug's Dad.

A nice present you've given him to read, Doug. Of course, he in turn gifted us with that wonderful read.

Kudos to you both.

Anonymous said...

Good Morning with Birthday Greetings , always nice to begin the day with a fine reading... and content to boot...like to read along as the ears digest , the sweet words of a quest...Peace,may the sweet smell of sage fill the day..................

tsduff said...

A great story telling - with a rich mature voice bearing shades of the familial tie to the author's. Doug, you set the scene well, reminiscent of Snoopy typing away on top of his doghouse "It was a dark and stormy night...".

Happy birthday oh FATHER of the amazing and prodigious Douglas.

javajazz said...

i love your dad's voice...
like how Terry said it.

fighting
war
battle
divine retribution
getting even
stuff like that...
them's serious stuff.
can't we all
just get along?

happy healthy birthday
Pop of Doug,
and many more,
my fellow Crustacean.

TLP said...

Happy B-day Doug's Dad! Nice reading.

I fell in love with Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman as a girl, so I'm pulling for the desperado here. Can I be a woman he loves? Huh? Please.

TLP said...

You doubled our pleasure with the written text.

Doug said...

Thanks, Mireille. You can call him Steve.

Actonbell, I'm not sure how poeish it is, but I weep at the comparison :)

G, he used to put me to work on my birthday, too.

Thanks, Bear, for the smudging.

Hahaha, Terry. Snoopy is probably the closer analogy.

JJ, life's a lot more fun with conflict. I think you have to be a little mean to understand.

TLP, I decided this story would be in verse when the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. Maybe my favorite poem ever.

Ariel the Thief said...

Happy Birthday, Abu Doug!

If the Coen brothers heard you, they'd make their best movie only for you to be the narrator for it.

Tom & Icy said...

Best birthday wishes to your father and what a great reading. Interesting story, too!

Jamie Dawn said...

Yep, both you & your brother sound like your dad.
One big difference is that your dad's voice is deeeeeeeeeeper than his boys' voices.
He's got the perfect voice for reading Old West stuff.
He could do Wells Fargo commercials!!!!

I like this one a lot, Doug. I am not a criminal, desperado, or a reprobate, but I'd be willing to maim and terrorize for the written text of this pome.

cooper said...

I like that Coen brother's suggestion.This one would definitely work for them.

Good one,

Happy belated birthday to father of the Dawg. You must have done something right. Not everything of course, but something. ;)

oxy moron said...

A very colorful poem indeed with black horses, white foam, and desperadoes of whatever shade!

The Boy from S.A.C.A.D.A. said...

that was reel exciteing! i wishd we'd read stuff like this in shcool!

Doug said...

Ariel, thanks from Ibn Steve. Dad does sound a little like a midwestern Sam Eliot, doesn't he?

Thanks, Tom.

J.D., he cheated.

Cooper, a mixed result is as good as he could have hoped.

Pink, Lily. I think the desperadoes were pink.

Thanks, cowboy!