Sunday, October 7, 2012
"The Viper Is Coming!"
I remember one of Dad's stories--which has some relevance today. Here goes ...
Into a remote town in the mountains ran a frightened man, crying aloud, "The viper is coming! The viper is coming!" People were worried. A bit later, a woman came running into town, crying, "The viper is coming! The viper is coming!" People were frightened.
A third person ran into town, screaming, "The viper is coming! The viper is coming!" People were panicking, scattering, terrified.
A weary old man with a bucket walked into town. People slowly gathered around. "I'm the viper," he said. "I've come to vipe the vindows."
Well, the viper is at our house today. We've not cleaned the windows (do not be horrified; do not think less of us; do not gag) since we moved here in 1997. But we noticed the other day that they were no longer transparent; they looked, in fact, a bit like the colored gels I used to slide into the fresnels above the Harmon School stage.
And so ... the viper is here today viping the vindows, and we can see the falling leaves with much greater clarity. And only one question remains: Who will rake them?