Mark Twain Fried Chicken

[snurri]

Mark Twain Fried Chicken
Originally uploaded by Snurri.

Chicago's been kind of a lonely place lately, so I decided to turn 36 in Hannibal, Missouri. I didn't meet any ghosts, but I saw a lot of statues and several young fellows who may or may not aspire to become Huck and/or Tom. (Apparently, there is a tradition in Hannibal where a boy and a girl of the appropriate age are chosen to be Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher for the year. Hm.) I did not spend $70 on a set of Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn volumes illustrated by Norman Rockwell. I did go to the Mark Twain cave. I did not ride on a riverboat. I did eat a steak at a restaurant that was once a whorehouse. Also, I did take pictures, so my Flickr account actually has something on it now.

Also, ouch.

Comments

[tim-pratt.livejournal.com]

I suck at endings, usually, and I do think that's the best ending I've ever written. But, hey, one person's ambrosia is another's poison. I disagreed with a lot of the reviewer's assessments (your story is easily one of my favorites in the book, Dave), so I suspect our tastes are just calibrated differently.

[snurri.livejournal.com]

I suspect our tastes are just calibrated differently.

Yeah, that's the view I'm taking as well.

(And thanks.)