-Ludwig Beethoven.
The Players:
The Backstory:
Roley City Express
August 5, 1959
We Cordially Invite You To The Class of ‘54—or “The Return of Rock N. Roley”
Saturday, August 15, 1959 at 7:30pm at Maltie’s Falcon Café & Malt Shop
ROLEY HIGH REUNION TO FEATURE ROCK N. ROLEY
Roley City’s High school class of 1954 celebrates it’s 5th reunion this month with a weekend of ac-
tivities highlighted by a rock & roll concert featuring the class’ most illustrious graduate, Rock N. Roley.
The two and a half hour performance will begin at 3:00 pm Saturday, August 15th and is expected to fill
the Roley City Municipal Auditorium. “Rock has fond memories of Roley High,” said the star’s business
manager, Joseph K. Awaledge, “and is looking forward to seeing many of his old friends again”.
While the Class of ‘54 has much to celebrate, it will not eagerly recall the outcome of the big game
with Lowe Valley. This traditional gridiron battle, the Homecoming Game, was lost by the Roley High
“rollers” 24-21, the first ever loss to the Lowe “Riders”.
Homecoming was also marred for the Class of ‘54 by the tragic death of Becky Sue Lamour, a stu-
dent at Roley High who was killed near midnight after the Homecoming Dance, when the car, in which she
was a passenger, stalled upon the railroad tracks at Back Road Crossing and was struck by a freight train.
‘Rock N. Roley escaped without injury.
Reunion activities will commence at 9:00 Saturday morning with a tour of the new gymnasium af-
ter which Principal R. Anton Ravon will present his remarks.
The Crime:
We arrived at the malt shop a little late and had just started mingling with our old classmates from Roley High when a smooth-talking detective walked in and announced our star alumn Rock-N-Roley was missing. In addition to our classmate missing....a car was struck on the rail road tracks and there was one known fatality of a man matching Rock's description!
On top of all that, the detective wasn't going to let us leave the malt shop until he got to the bottom of this case!
Good thing the malt shop was fully stocked!
Since we couldn't go anywhere...we decided to have a bite to eat.
As we ate, some incriminating information was revealed about each and every one of us regarding our relationship with Rock-N-Roley and it started feeling a little awkward in the malt shop........
Next thing we knew it was midnight and a new year!
We all toasted, had some champagne and then made our crazy accusations....
Turns out the classmate that offed Rock-n-roll singer/performer Rock-N-Roley was none other than.....
as of late, i've developed some issues with writing on my blog. probably because, as of late, i have some reluctance to put my life and my thoughts and my shit out there for anybody to see. and that's probably because, for the first time maybe ever, i feel really protective of my life and my thoughts and my shit and i've lost some of my trust that people will see my insides and take care of them and be good to them, and gentle with them. it is a hard, sad lesson to learn that just because you trust people to love you well, they will not always love you well. and in fact, not only will they not always love you well, but sometimes they will really fuck you over in a big way. then again, fuck those people.
so, i feels like i'm floating around and trying to find where to land, and i haven't figured it out just yet. but i know for sure that me avoiding writing is not helping matters at all, and me being scared of who will read what i write is just starting to make me feel like there's a little baby EVIL monster in my head....little baby evil monster who keeps getting bigger and more evil and more troublesome. so i guess i need to make a hole in my head so that she can crawl the fuck out of there and not just stay inside tearing shit up and going stir crazy. or maybe i just need to make peace with her and make a space inside my brain that is soft enough for her to live in and not cause so much mayhem all the damn time. maybe she is actually a friendly monster, and i'm just misunderstanding her. sorry, little monster.
oh and also, my fucking oven stopped working. seriously? MY OVEN? fuck that. i've gotta go bake some cupcakes.
I should be packing. And cleaning. And vacuuming. And finishing the laundry. And packing.
But I couldn't possibly not post this.
It would seem that the Higher Education Opportunity Act was passed by Congress in August 2008.
Never heard of it? Don't feel bad; neither did I. To be honest, I tend not to pay much attention to what the elected congressweasels are up to at any given time. Ignorance is usually bliss when it comes to politicians. Mind you, I vote in every election...and I always end up voting for, by my standards, the lesser of two obnoxious and self-serving evils. (No, no, not at all cynical.)
However, one of the provisions of this act was that starting in July 2010, college bookstores would be forced to provide the ISBNs of all the textbooks they carry so that college students can make informed choices when purchasing such books rather than be at the mercy of dictatorial bookstore staff whose actions, in fairness, are often due to corporate policy. (Follett, I'm talking to you.)
Pardon me while I do a happy dance.
Mind you, even if the college bookstore's prices approach "reasonable", I will continue to buy my texts from those sellers online who have served me well in the past. And I shall take great delight in telling my sundry student friends about a) the HEO Act and b) those online sellers.