Snow falling on Harry

Meanwhile, back in the moment, Harry is as calm a Mexican jumping bean thinking about his lost loves, Betsy and Sophia. His powerful hairy toes are freezing in this sylvan wonderland. A light snow was beginning to fall.



Betsy! Missing in action! Harry is decimated for 23 seconds until his restricted, yet fallible memory kicks in. Then he knows how to find Betsy. Last Christmas, Sophia had given him ‘the clapper’ which he had wired into Betsy’s electronic wizardry. (One man’s engineering is another man’s magic). Now, he clapped (applauding his genius) and the fog ahead slowly glowed in opalescent splendor. Betsy’s running lights had responded in electrical fervor to his command! Three strides with his short, but powerful legs, took him to her side. Comforted by the warm purr of her idle, Harry took a deep cleansing breath and paused. Time resumed its usual pace and finally he spoke.

“Oh, Betsy” he groaned, “if anything had happened to you I’d…”

Though blinded by tears of joy, he plucked the spare key handily wired to the door handle, and in a trice was in her warm soignée extended cab. His soggy duds received ablution in the onboard Maytag, while his hairy yet powerful body soaked in Betsy’s commodious Jacuzzi. He savored goodly orts of liver casserole laced with tofu to replenish his spent muscles. As he flossed his pearly, yet powerful teeth, his subtle yet uncluttered mind ran like a video on rewind as he prioritized his needs:

1. He should cut his toenails.

2. He should read the Magrath Rag.

3. He should find practical applications for Planck’s Constant.

4. He should solve Fermat’s theorem. (White not?)

5. He should find Dr. Maybe and Sophie.

6. He should put on some clothes.



(It is a tough assignment. Can Harry handle it?) He gazed out the window as his keen, yet cluttered mind wrestled with the problems. Then he reached for his nail clippers. Time passed. The sun rose and set. Harry broke the clippers on his steel toenail and shivered. How long had he been sitting, naked on the edge of the tub? He decided to scratch number 6 from his list next and get dressed.
“Priorities can change”, he muttered as he pulled a thick sweater, underwear, socks, and jeans from the duffle bag stashed in the sleeping compartment. He slipped into his clothes, ran a comb through his curls, and crawled into the driver’s seat.It was dark. He switched on the headlights and furrowed his brow at the thick white flakes tumbling through the beams. He opened the door, stepped out and peered into the sky.

“What a big star in the east!” exclaimed Harry. Then it hit him!




To be continued…