Sunday, October 19, 2014


Sidewalk at the Intersection of Center and Main, Formlee Tattoo.

At Formlee Tattoo. Mostly low rise concrete block and poured concrete buildings,  walls inscribed with chalk art and spray-paint symbology. Sidewalks offer up a colorful array of pithy remarks. Myriad neon signs, static and flashing, complete the visual cataract. During our a visit some years prior, we left shortly after lunching in a cafe where the menu was inscribed on the waiter's right arm and the wine list on his left. Bemoaning his impending unemployment, he'd verbally assailed the chef's decision to remove beef and pork specials in an attempt to court the growing population of chicken and fish aficionados. (Note that some waiters had accepted skin grafts and others had reverted to skin colored sleeves to remove listings and other decorative accoutrement. Ours, a refugee from the 60s, summarily refused to take part in anything that smacked of a coverup.)

Government grant money has proved woefully inadequate as residents of the berg attempt to disabuse walls and sidewalks of utterances and commentary. Our remembrances of the neighborhood will be as indelible as the art. (Excerpted from Travels With My Aunt)

Friday, October 17, 2014


Gardener Street, St. Ellens
St. Ellens offers no respite to the weary. Nothing is repeated here. Each symbol, each house, each office is developed and constructed without a template. Each construction drawing is as original as its concept. Gardens stand as unique ventures in planting. Store fronts appear as a conglomerate of taste and function but, again, each is singular. The village defines diversity.

To the spoken word, people listen as carefully as if awaiting the pitter patter of hooves on the roof top following the Winter Solstice. Reiterate has been obliterated from dictionaries.

Rather than confuse its residents, St. Ellens' passion for invention stimulates.
(Excerpted from Travels With My Aunt)

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

September 4

Near North Bay off the coast of Percy, high ground across the waters affords an unobstructed view of a section of the distant Doraldo mountain range aptly named The Split. In deference to ancestral wont, crowds will gather here seventeen days prior to the Autumnal Solstice to watch the sun rise along the vertical axis of The Split. Early tribes celebrated this event  by indulging those appetites that some 273 days hence issued a miraculous increase in the tribe's numbers. Understandably, the celebration of summer's arrival grew raucous with effusive congratulatory rants.

Feeling the need to stem uncontrolled growth, forefathers and mothers instituted blue laws. Attendees at contemporary Autumnal Solstice celebrations can only satisfy a hankering for gin martinis and fried okra. (Excerpted from Travels With My Aunt)

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Along The Shore

The ride to Rendition from Gramata was somewhat uneventful until we passed the Widows' Walk at Sacrimony Bay.   Unlike those in coastal New England, this widow's walk, stretches along the shoreline. Benches accommodate those whose mates have become just that.

Tradition at Sacrimony Bay restricts vessels to the wharf until captains and owners can man or woman them with the required hands. Then and only then are they allowed to pass Gate House Point and ply the open waters of the Torrington. Given the dearth of talent ashore and the myriad treasures lying below the surface of The Torrington, kidnapping has become an acceptable means of fleshing out (so to speak) a crew.  (Excerpted from Travels With My Aunt)

Friday, August 08, 2014

Reader beware....

Ceremonial Placard, Gramata Highlands 791

Dizzy with wonder, we left Annular and headed to Gramata. Formerly a hive of diurnal information gathering and storage, this region's future remains uncertain as fewer residents are able to find and maintain gainful employment in its major (only) industry. Once bursting with activity, facilities now wither. The introduction of innovative technologies has left areas traditionally set aside for collecting and storage, bereft. Some, converted to monthly rentals with climate control, hold collections of other antiquities e.g. furniture, lamps, paintings and sculptures, carpets, toy trains, and Lily Pulitzer fashions. Until the flora re-establishes itself, those facilities remaining will continue to house motes, although temperatures and humidity should remain constant. We plan to return to Gramata in a few years to assess the change. (Excerpted from Travels With My Aunt)

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Visit Annular

North Quadrant, Annular S.O. Satellite imagery courtesy NSADP

Annular is a vast region. Its streets and highways, once crop circles, have been refurbished as thoroughbred race tracks, auto and motor bike speedways, and other amusements. Global climate change reduced annual rainfall to a trickle and energy tycoons purchased the distressed area at a discount. Reconfigured and updated, the circles are now career paths for Annular's residents. We attended the annual round table discussion conducted by Annular's Board of Overseers in which the history of the crop circles is revisited and deemed logical. 
(Excerpted from Travels With My Aunt)

Monday, July 21, 2014

Footpaths near Gerald

Close to the center of Gerald, footpaths leading to a monastic retreat are lined with plantings, in-ground and potted. Residents believe that presaging accidents cautions travelers to be more aware. Thus they are less likely to engage in behaviors that could end in fatal collisions. To date, the coincidence of travelers has yet to occur; nonetheless, Gerald's population relentlessly campaigns against the use of smart phones, portable televisions, barbecue grills and huggable pets while transiting the footpaths within their voting districts. Gerald's representatives in the state legislature abide their constituents wishes.
(Excerpted from Travels With My Aunt)