Donald Seger's Radio Weblog

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Cawker City #1. Okay, so you don't want to know how we got into the US, but once there we pretty much traveled as ourselves, Fidel and Raul. You would be surprised at how many people simply did not believe us. They assumed we were fakes, which I thought was kind of funny, but Raul got a little angry over that. I calmed him down and told him that this was a good thing, that we didn't care if Norteamericanos recognized us or not. That was not important. And I have to tell you that we were treated really well by the citizens of Cawker City. Good people. Even if they weren't quite sure who we were. More on this city and the ball of twine at another time. Go Jayhawks! (You might have to be from Kansas to understand that, but it's fun to say.)

Cawker City #2. First of all, the World's Second Largest Ball of Twine in Cawker City Kansas is no longer really a ball. That was a disappointment. It's kind of sagging towards the ground from age and stuff, but I mean no disrespect you know. It still is a remarkable achievement. And they'll let you touch, and even add to it under supervision. We decided not to do that, but the caretakers did let Raul pick up a bit of fluff of some kind from near the ball and add it to his string collection he is now keeping in a pocket with him at all times. It has become important to him.

Cawker City #3. I believe that I may have mentioned that Raul has started his own ball of string project. I can't remember if I said it that way or not. The truth is that my younger brother is collecting bits of string and such for a future day when he will probably roll them all into a ball of string. He is a procrastinator, you see, and that is probably why I became El Presidente, etc., of Cuba and not him. He is smarter than I, of course, but don't tell him that I said so. But he puts a lot of things off, and I didn't want the people to think that he actually had a ball of string that he carried around with him. He does carry the lengths of string, twine, thread, whathaveyou, in a pocket and he is always obsessing about them, comparing lengths, textures, and colors. But he has yet to wind them into a ball.



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