Just before Hollis go on SSI he called me from Saint Vincent de Paul’s and asked me to lend him money to buy a walker. I got in my truck right away. My friend could not walk very far without having to take a rest. Now with the walker he had a place to sit down when he was utterly out of breath.
When I was in a cave in Arizona with my daughter and grandson, I ran out of breath and sat down on a bench made for older people while the young ones went ahead up the steep path. On the way to the Grand Canyon, my grandson, Tyler Hunt, turned and said; “Wait for Papa.” But, Bill Cornwell, my daughter’s new boyfriend, was in a rage, he hurrying his new family (there was no engagement made) ahead, leaving me behind. When I caught up with my family, Bill gave me the cold soldier. Tyler wanted to look for arrow heads with his grandfather, and was spoiling Bill’s BIG BALLSY MOMENT – with me out of the picture.
Heather told me her new lover refuses to pick-up for his crippled mother when she calls, he calling her a parasite because she is on disability. This is the dud that wanted to serve in the military, but didn’t. Robby would love to set this dude straight.
Yesterday, I walked into a second-hand store Hollis and I frequented. I needed a day of play. Suddenly the woman at the counter asks;
“Where’s your side-kick?” There was a long pause, and I said;
No longer do I hear his wheezing as we walk side by side. I made a point of never walking in front of my brother after I lost my family at the Grand Canyon to a drunken bully who thinks he is a Tea Bag Patriot.
Hollis and I were like twins. We loved to banter about, show off our wit, make people laugh. People loved to see us walk in their door. Now, there is a quiet soberness.
I used to tell Hollis he is Springfield’s Walter Mitty. H dreamt he would be rich one day. He saw himself as a royal person and millionaire. He was going to take us all for a ride in his long limousine – one day! In a few days I will get my adoption papers and two more American flags. In three days I will reveal the Norse Grail and the name it is connected to from whom most of European Royalty descends.
My grandfather, Royal Rosamond, was a member of the Mark Twain Society, and wrote five novels about the Hill Billy folks of the Ozarks. Royal saw himself as another Mark Twain.
Hollis and I agreed we were about nine years old when we were together, and that we had the same kind of friendship at the end of our life, that we owned at the beginning. Many movies begin this way. I told Hollis;
“We’re going to find the Holy Grail and present it to the world!”
Below is a vdeo of my mother, who dated Hollis’uncle, Errol Flynn who played Miles in the Prince and the Pauper and came to the resuce of the young boys, these – best friends!
The Prince and the Pauper is a novel by American author Mark Twain. It was first published in 1881 in Canada, before its 1882 publication in the United States. The novel represents Twain’s first attempt at historical fiction. Set in 1547, it tells the story of two young boys who are identical in appearance: Tom Canty, a pauper who lives with his abusive father in Offal Court off Pudding Lane in London, and Prince Edward.
Tom Canty (youngest son of a family living with the dregs of society in Offal Court) has always aspired to a better life, encouraged by the local priest (who has taught him to read and write). Loitering around the palace gates one day, he sees a prince (the Prince of Wales – Edward VI). Tom is nearly caught and beaten by the Royal Guards; however, Edward stops them and invites Tom into his palace chamber. There the two boys get to know one another, fascinated by each other’s life and their uncanny resemblance. They decide to switch clothes “temporarily”. Edward leaves in a hurry before the boys are caught at their game, snatching up an article of national importance (which the reader later learns is the Great Seal of England). Soon Prince Edward is trying to escape the brutality of Tom’s abusive, drunken father; Tom, posing as the prince, tries to cope with court customs and manners. His fellow nobles and palace staff think “the prince” has an illness which has caused memory loss, and fear he will go mad. They repeatedly ask him about the missing “Great Seal”, but he knows nothing about it. However, when Tom is asked to sit in on judgments his common-sense observations reassure them his mind is sound.
Edward soon meets Miles Hendon, a soldier and nobleman returning from war. Although Miles does not believe Edward’s claims to royalty, he humors him and becomes his protector. Meanwhile, news reaches them that King Henry VIII has died and Edward is now the king.
As Edward experiences the brutish life of a pauper firsthand, he becomes aware of the stark class inequality in England; in particular, he sees the harsh, punitive nature of the English judicial system when women are pilloried and flogged. He realizes that the accused are convicted on flimsy evidence (and branded – or hanged – for petty offenses), and vows to reign with mercy when he regains his rightful place. When Edward unwisely declares to a gang of thieves that he is the king and will put an end to unjust laws, they assume he is insane and hold a mock coronation.
After a series of adventures (including a stint in prison), Edward interrupts the coronation (with help from Miles) as Tom is about to celebrate it as King Edward VI. Tom is eager to give up the throne; however, the nobles refuse to believe that the beggarly child Edward appears to be is the rightful king until he produces the Great Seal that he hid before leaving the palace. Tom declares that if anyone had bothered to describe the seal he could have produced it at once, since he had found it inside a decorative suit of armor (where Edward had hidden it) and had been using it to crack nuts.
Edward and Tom switch back to their original places, and Miles is rewarded with the rank of earl and the family right to sit in the presence of the king. In gratitude for supporting the new king’s claim to the throne, Edward names Tom the “king’s ward” (a privileged position he holds for the rest of his life). They live happily for sometime.