A Little Christmas, Jackie Returns to the States Q-n-A
FRIEND: Hey Jackie, well I am assuming it’s about time for you to return. Are you ready for it?
ME: I’m almost ready for it. First I have to jump through a gate of fire…I believe most Americans refer to it as ‘New Jersey’. There I shall fast until my eyes cross. Permanently. Then I will take my trusty walking stick and cross the Appalachian mountains into the hinterlands of Kansas where I will be fattened up by Christmas food like a goose for its pate. After much fluffing of my feathers and gorging of my liver, I will watch ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ with my sister, where at the end I will sob like a child.
“The thefts are believed to be the work on an organized gang of itinerant people known as Irish travelers, who are also involved in drug smuggling, money laundering and the less flamboyant crime of distributing fake power tools”
“We didn’t need the capital, but it doesn’t hurt in a volatile time.” Charles O. Holiday, bank chairman
“Another friend, Ayad Sharbaji, visited him in the hospital and relayed his description of what happened. “They told him as they were burning his beard, “We’ll see what you will draw from now on,” Mr. Sharbaji said. “How dare you disobey your masters?” —regarding the burning of Syrian cartoonist, Ali Farzat
Like an enormous leech the pancreas lies with its head tucked into the duodenum, upside down, the tail outstretched over it, an animal curled in on itself. In the preserve jar of the belly, it wriggles like a strange, medieval cure. When we sleep, Anicka, the pancreas secretes…
