April Fools Day. We are pretty quiet about it and don't tease each other. We shopped today. We went to Woodlake because we needed Glass Magic. All stores don't stock Glass Magic and with our hard water we NEED it. Even with that we get icky stuff on our glasses with hard water film.

Tonight I went to a poetry workshop led by Susan Firer, an excellent poet. She read one of hers about Pagan Babies. Pagan Babies keep popping up in my life. They resurfaced when the Sheboygan Theatre did "Do Patent Leather Shoes Reflect Up" and show up every so often. I remember asking Kay Hefling Altmeyer one St. Patrick's Day at 52 Stafford if SHE remembered them and she did of course. Susan Firer also wrote a wonderful poem about Plenary Indulgences that we "earned" for the Poor Souls in purgatory on All Saint's Day.

We wrote a collaborative list poem which I can share with you because I wrote the first line

I call it

COLLABORATIVE SHEBOYGAN

Broderick Crawford came from Sheboygan Falls, You Know.
Sheboygan is such a heavy name.
The days going down by Prange's - Once Hey
She - Boy - Again
That's what the Squaw said.
Lots of water - smelly fish
Fryouts on weekends - Brats
Hard Rolls from City Bakery
Confirmation Class to fry brats on Sunday
Kevin Costner came here.
Kaleidoscope driving through the Kettles.


Hope you like it.

Mary