harryhero

Harry Hero is a collaborative family writing project. He began as typing practice for author #6 in the mid-seventies. Authors M, 1, 4, 5, 7, spontaneously and sarcastically contributed until Harry took on a life and momentum of his own. He was reborn as a Christmas project in the early nineties and again as a web project in the new millennium. Once more Harry has risen from near tragic and certain literary deaths to live again as blog practice. Bulwer-Lytton judges take note.

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It seems I have suffered and survived a few insults and injuries to my cranium, thus my memory does not lend itself to one seamless life I could call my own. Instead, my life seems to be one dim episode after another documented by a random and rather odd conglomeration of assorted biographers who, for some bizarre reason, seem compelled to document my trials as if I were a remarkable hero. Heroism can take many forms. Perhaps it is finding fresh strawberries in November for the Manhattan socialite's crepes as she breaks her fast. Perhaps it is found in a multitude of skills, lucky breaks and death defying feats. It may be true that piloting my faithful rig, Betsy, through the Canadian Rockies is not for the weak of spirit, mind or body; I claim no special talents other than devoted love and endless hope. Love of a good truck, a good cup coffee and a good adventure. Hope of self-actualization and...Sophie? If you desire a chronological –not necessarily logical- plotline begin reading at the January 26 2006 post - The Not So Constant Gardener - and follow subsequent postings to present day.

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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Harry hits a home run

Luckily, Harry noticed that one of the bars in the cage had been replaced with a Louisville Slugger baseball bat. Using the portable HarryFax in his coat pocket , he immediately sent a message to Cito Gaston. It said:
Please show this note to Joe Carter NOW.
I need to know:
Where is the easiest place to break a Louisville Slugger baseball bat?
RSVP pronto:
Harry H. Hero
King Jack Diamond Hear Street
Las Vegas, Nevada
P0K 3R5



When the reply came to Harry’s house, his faithful dog, Dollar tracked Harry's heroic scent to the trapped hero.Creeping carefully behind the fake foliage in the Luxor lobby, Dollar weeded her way to the cage and pushed the crumpled (and slightly slobbered upon) paper through the bars to the captive Harry.
Quickly, he read Joe Carter’s response:

Good to hear from you again Harry.
The easiest place to break a Louisville Slugger bat is right at the bottom of the black paint.
Your friend, Joe

Luckily, Harry had been gardening before his adventure began. Swiftly he pulled the trowel from his back pocket and used it to chop the bat in half; but it stuck fast. Anxiously, he pushed at it with his mighty foot and it gave way, suddenly flinging him out of the cage. Harry was exhausted and hungry from his ordeal so he decided to go to Chez Tish’s for a bite. A place where it was usually safe to order a salad.
To be continued...
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