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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Friday, February 17, 2006

Harry's Christmas Dream


Harry felt comfortable on the stretcher. He was dreaming about having Christmas with Floppy and Betsy. Floppy is Harry’s pencil that talks and Betsy is Harry’s semi-truck. Harry decided to arrange a hay ride. Betsy might not fit on the wagon but Floppy would. So off Floppy and Harry went but Betsy stayed home. When they got there, no-one was there. How Mysterious, thought Harry. He went looking around for the owners of the place, but still he found no 0ne. So he and Floppy walked home. While they were walking, Floppy said to Harry, “How strange that no-one was there.” Harry just nodded. When they got home they went into the garage. Betsy was smiling. Harry peeked inside Betsy and everyone yelled surprise!!! Merry Christmas Harry. Harry was surprised. They had a party and went on the hay ride.
Harry rolled over and his eyes fluttered. He was almost awake when he dosed off again.


To be continued...
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