and I, to the unmapped Eastern wilds of the land known as Pennsylvania.
We were going there to visit a very important person
whom I had not yet met -- my brother Casey!
Mama Cyndi was very excited to see Casey...
...and he was happy to see me. Here he is reading to me from the epic poem Squishy Turtle and Friends, one of my favorites. I'm fond of its rigid structure of rhyming couplets of iambic quadrameter, although I will admit that on occasion the book's powerful imagery has gotten stuck on a rhythmic rhyming loop in my head, and kept me awake at night.
As I understand it, Easter is the time of year when we mourn a man
who was nailed to a tree a long, long time ago for saying how great
it would be for people to be nice to each other for a change. And
we mark this sad event by painting the ova of common barnyard
fowl, placing them in baskets along with chocolate lagomorphs,
and wrapping it all in pastel cellophane...
...I might be off a bit in some of the details, but I think
that's basically what Easter's all about. But in truth, I was
just happy that it gave me an opportunity to spend time
around people who like me, and whom I really like, too.
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