We went to Auntie Marge's in Jackson Heights-
She had the best cackle, and she fixed us
Hot dogs wrapped in smoked bacon.
My long-lost cousin was there.
Then she gave us all twenty dollars to go out and buy a board game.
My brother and I never went back,
But we'll remember it forever.
She had the best cackle, and she fixed us
Hot dogs wrapped in smoked bacon.
My long-lost cousin was there.
Then she gave us all twenty dollars to go out and buy a board game.
My brother and I never went back,
But we'll remember it forever.
2 comments:
This one is evocative in loads of ways - the hot dogs wrapped in bacon is particularly visceral somehow - love/comfort is so often greasy/fatty. But the board game detail is classically Nolanesque. In fact, it reminds me of something you wrote years ago in the Colgate literary magazine which I've never forgotten - it was a mother advising her young child:
"Why don't you play with Albert, dear? He has a jigsaw puzzle."
Board games, jigsaw puzzles - as entertainments they seem so noncommittal, almost desperately arbirtrary, and so that coupled with the fact that you'd remember the experience at the the Aunt's place always has such a lovely contradiction.
"Diplomacy" - now there's a vicious, committal board game!
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