An unveiling of artifacts

The Tale of the Librarian's Fifth Wife is collection of moments, an assemblage of events, a bread basket of words, a swap meet of scraps left behind from a beautiful romance that will help clue you in to the real deal, to the life of two star crossed lovers that has already been lived and left behind. For the moment, anyway.


Our lives lie scattered over several states and a half a case worth of decades. It's not so much a want as a need to do this, to gather together the splinters and the shards of our times and share them here with you. Those bits and pieces of flotsam and jetsam found below in this winsome log are the bits and pieces of our times, a smattering of the trinkets of the love that Jane and I gathered up over the course of five long hard years. How they come to you now is in a story of sorts, a type of autobiographical fiction, with images cadged from places other than our satchel. Give it time, photos, sepia, wrinkled, pocket worn, are yet to come.


So, what else is there to do but get out that cobbled together blanket of dreams from the back of the car, spread it out under the branches of our favorite green and noble Oregon Maple tree that we both loved and share these words and tales of those long ago times with you. It was a wonderful time. Sit a spell, grab your spectacles and come ride along with us for awhile.

Love, Jane, the Professora and Roger, the Wild Half Mexican Boy


Monday, March 23, 2009

Watchable Prairie Blondes

Sam Elliot,The Quick and the Dead. A fairly toss off kind of movie. But what I loved about it was that constant tension between the rough hewn mountain man kind of guy and the married Eastern Gal. The character played by Tom Conti was grand, too, the quiet man who had had his share of violence and for the sake of his family and his soul chosen the path of peace. Not neccesarily the best thing in the post-war West, but it made for a decent drama. Did it make the man a pussy cat? Watch the movie and make your own judgement call.

But it was that final scene, that "take care of yourself, Sarah" line, that reminded me so much of me and you. That respect, that say goodbye for the sake of the kids, for the sake of convention, that we hammered out so well. I never said goodbye, Jane, but like that Sam Elliot character, I rode off into the distance to other adventures, with you forever burned into my heart.

See you at sunset, Jane.

Love, your WHMB
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