It turned out… yes! It was a Chekhovian power pole.
“A big rat jumped plop into the scum.” Is that a quotation from James Joyce?
So! Plague to plague. Skipping merrily from plague to plague.
There’s a lot of bad stuff goin’ on! It’s 1665, the plague is comin’ to town.
Which, I, I don’t recall being a feature of the original cross.
And Mom said, “She might’ve made some money that way.”
It’s just gone. There’s a… a hill of dirt. Where it used to be.
It’s not a place anybody’s gonna stop… except for perhaps a miscreant!
I just heard a radio commercial for Easter egg dye for ten cents!