Saturday morning.
Pyle woke up with the writing roaring in his head.
Today was the writers conference at Gulf Coast Community College.
He was
ready.
He had run off his last pamphlet. They, or dem. Put it in
a 6" x 9" white peel-to-seal envelope.
He had stuffed 61/2"
x 91/2" brown kraft clasp envelopes with five other pamphlets he wrote previously.
* * *
He would lecture from the first pamphlet.
He would give it to people
who attended his presentation.
He would give them the other packet, too.
As a party favor, like.
As lagniappe.
* * *
He included a Benthos, or Bottom Feeders business card in the larger packet.
Picture of the scoop of a dustpan dredge.
* * *
Looking around his writing studio he saw his old ULA Literary All-Stars ID card,
on a lanyard.
He would wear it to the writers conference.
Notice the Velcro skin-diver watchbands at the bottom of the card-tree.
Pyle would wear an orange watchband to the writers conference.
It was faded,
from the sun, except where the watch used to be.
One wrist strap is a backstage
pass to Suwannee Springfest 2006. The film crew shot him there, for the secret project
they are doing.
* * *
Notice the rancid bedsheet.
He sits next to his bed, in his writing
studio.
He has odor fatigue, like a submarine sailor. He doesn't smell himself.
Those are Martha Stewart pima cotton sheets.
If you look up Stewart Home
in a search engine you get hits on Martha Stewart Home ________.
* * *
Martha Stewart Home Rancid Sheets, 100% pima cotton.
* * *
Duane Moore died.
Larry McMurtry killed him off.
He pretty
much hurried through it. He killed off many of Duane's old buddies, too.
Thalia was a "mean little oil patch town."
McMurtry said nobody
in Archer City, Texas, ever bought a book from him, and he owns a large bookstore
there.
The mayor said the townspeople respected McMurtry's privacy.
This is a mean little seine-fishing town, but people respect my privacy.
So far.