I mean Corydon. Out in the country. ~God, please don’t strike me dead, I still have a dual passport as a City Gal.~
It may be because I just watched a rerun of M*A*S*H, but I saw this flu-shot clinic set up in the hospital parking lot and Suicide Is Painless (aka the theme from M*A*S*H) ran through what passes for my brain. Truth be told, I enjoyed Richard Hooker’s MASH novels (on which the movie and series were based) more than I did the movie or the series. Different animals, all three of them, actually. Hooker continued to write his novels as the series went down a different leg of the trousers of time (to quote Terry Pratchett). Anyway, la-la-la along with me courtesy of Best Care Anywhere.
And, even better, get a gander at this, taken of my back porch. Those ghastly rotting spheres are black walnuts from our trees, drying for the winter. The bright red plant is a blueberry bush. I’m like–Woah! I live where food comes from!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mom and I are scheduled to spend the day touring the town where we live. We’re just taking the day to stroll around downtown and poke into the shops that have opened since the last time we “frogged around town”, as Mom says they say in Corning, New York.
WRITING PROMPT: Have a song bring back a time/attitude/place–a whole host of associations–to a character.