Possum Poot bypass

Well, the mayor (the “Donald”) of Possum Poot enjoyed (?) a nineday, eight-night vacation at the lovely Midtown CHI St. Vincent’s, courtesy of three talented, dedicated, skilled doctors. As pleasant as it was (?) I couldn’t help but notice the sign over the door as I entered: “Abandon All Modesty All Ye Who Enter.” It was true. The whole event was celebrated by a colluding editor and cartoonist with a meaningful hand-drawn card as commemoration, greatly appreciated.

Back in the Poot, I appreciated the welcome and their reaction to the whole matter. Several citizens took it upon themselves to keep my blood pressure low by building an additional road, off the main dirt highway, designed for evil libruls. Only through the intercession of Emma and Sassy Sue did the bypass not end up at the abandoned quarry north of town; rather, it looped all the way around the town and headed back the way they had come.

My spirits were further lifted with a time spent with the whole town at the local watering hole. The only way it could have been better was if Anna Phalacksis had been there. As it was, the professor was there arguing with Elbert the Reverent, Doctor, about the great Trump’s visit to North Korea. The professor ended with, “They should have just kept him,” and stormed out.

Ah, be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home, especially the most righteous and non-progressive place around—Possum Poot. Ya’ll come visit; libruls take the first left and keep going, you’ll get where you belong.

STEVE GIBSON

Little Rock