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Pg 4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Local Suds 5
he quote above is from the movie Easy you fresh, new content focusing on subjects
Pg 5 . . . . . . . . . . Fuzzy Advice Rider, a tale of adventuring motorcycles as interesting as Dennis Hopper for months
and the free-spirited men who ride them. (maybe years) to come.
Pg 6 . . . . . . . . . . . Poetry by Cliff I learned recently that my father shares Thanks to our merry band of scribes and
in my appreciation for the film, and I’m fairly artists, this issue contains the most pieces we’ve
Pg 7 . . . . . . . . . . . Extreme Beers confident that anyone who watches the movie ever published.
at least partly envies the main characters. Due to a fellow editor publishing under
Pg 8 . . . . . . . Pro-peace Brookings (Though I’m sure we’d all like to avoid their a Creative Commons license, a story on our
Pg 10 . . . . . . Coffee Cover Story unfortunate demise.) media graces the adjacent page.
To me, the quote speaks perfectly to PS>flux experienced a buffet in Toronto,
Pg 11 . . . . . . . . . . Cats and Dogs current events and trends in our area of the and his creative log appears on page 4.
world. Texting while driving, boarding an Papa Bear once again tells it like it is
Pg 12 . . . . . . What an Ugly Hill airplane and lighting up a smoke are just a few on page 5, and page 6 contains a poem from
of the activities we are now forbidden from or a rather good writer hailing from a certain
Pg 13 . . . . . . . . . . . Edgar Allan Poe inconvenienced in doing here in the U.S.A. monarchial island in Europe.
Yet we are still able to go about our lives Mr. Bell shares his fancy for over-the-top
Pg 14 . . . . . . . . . . . Gina Fiction in a relatively free manner, compared to many beers on page 7, and I included a short piece of
other citizens around the globe. mine on a great group in Brookings starting on
Pg 15 . . . Lois Lane and Beer Pong I don’t mean to recall images of a certain page 8.
gray-haired former owner of the Rangers and Kate admits her addiction on page 10,
his proclamations of “freedom” in the past and Simeon tells of a great organization (and
decade, nor do I wish to ramble on about how previous supporter) on the following page.
far we’ve strayed from Jeffersonian democracy Then comes some strange stuff. Catey has
in our country. a wonderful story on page 12, a biographical
All I’d like to do is point out that we here piece on the master of short fiction rests on
at The Peg Leg Update are a peculiar bunch. page 13, and our eastern friend Gina starts a
We do our best to bring you stories of strange series on page 14.
characters, interesting places and under- Our content ends with a look at stereo-
mentioned events every month. types, and don’t be too alarmed with the beast
And it’s all possible because of our on the back page.
advertisers, whom I’d like to personally thank. Above all, enjoy. And be happy: the
The publication you hold in your hands purple monsters from Minnesota made the
(or read on the Internet) comes to you with no playoffs.
charge, and we’d like to keep it that way. We - Mitch LeClair
have big plans for 2010, and we hope to bring Editor
We publish The Peg Leg Update under a
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Unported license.
We have published The Peg Leg Update once a month
in the town of Brookings, S.D., since the beginning of fall 2009.
Basically, feel free to reprint anything you see
Thanks for taking a look.
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Local Suds 5: “Sabbath in Toronto”
by PS>flux
DEAR BEAR: How does one properly eat a banana? I always peel it, then place it on a small plate and eat it by cutting it into small pieces.
When suggesting this method to my co-worker he became very defensive. His method is much more traditional, peeling the banana and then eating
it much like a monkey. Who is right? — Nanners in Oregon.
DEAR NANNERS,
Christ, day in and day out I have to deal with shit. Are you getting this readers? “Nanners” over here (who must just be so pleased with her cute little
pen name) wants to know the proper way to eat a banana. Do you spend your days seeking my approval? Can’t you just eat your banana your way and
let your co-worker eat it his way? But, if you must know, here is the proper way to eat a banana. You may be surprised to discover that you are both
wrong! That’s right, according to Miss Stinky Fingers House of Humiliation’s website, the proper way to eat a banana is to have your mistress insert it
in your mouth and let it dissolve.
DEAR BEAR: Our neighbors “Alf ” and “Jackie O” (that’s not their real names) are the best neighbors ever! I don’t really know them that well, but
that’s what makes my predicament even harder! Several times a week, just as the moon is rising, I see a woman get out of a cab and walk to a ladder
that goes directly to the spare bedroom. Several hours later I see Alf let her out the front door. He then kisses her on the front porch! Bear, they even
have open mouths! He must be sleeping with this woman! I want to tell Jackie O but don’t know how to do it! What do you suggest? - Nosy in CA
DEAR NOSY,
Do you really want to involve yourself in this? Consider yourself lucky, most of us wait
our entire lives for this exact situation to arise.
Go to talk to...ahem, “Alf ” himself. Say that you already know what’s going on, say that
not only do you know what’s going, but you find it titillating. Ask if you can watch. While
watching take several snap shots of the sexiness that is occurring. Afterwards blackmail
him, ya know for money, sex or whatever a person such as yourself desires. Maybe
some Precious Moment figurines, or a gift certificate to a stationary store is more your
fancy.
Either way, regardless if he complies or not, show the photos to “Jackie O” anyway.
If you don’t have the nut sack to go through with all of this, I suggest minding your
own business.
DEAR BEAR: Please help me get the word out about Donder! The reindeer in “’Twas the Night Before Christmas” is DONDER, not Donner!
God! No one gets it right! TV, Music, the media! EVERYONE calls him Donner, his name is Donder! Help me, Bear! Clement Clark Moore
would thank you! - Donder at the North Pole
DEAR DONDER,
YAAAAAWNNNNN. Jeez, I’m sorry but I fell asleep half way through the letter. Listen, people give less than a shit about Donder, or Clement
whatshisface. Did you know that the author of that book is dead? Did you know that? Even that guy cares less than you. Are you listening to what
I’m saying? The author of the book, who has lost his ability to care about anything, cares less than you! You must have a pretty sweet life if this is
what you time to take write letters about. By the way, quit trying to suck up. Every time you write to me its always about the holidays, (“Remind
people what Halloween is really about,” “Christian Easter too filled with Pagan practices,”) regardless of the holiday, that lousy wife of yours always
sends cookies. You know what I do with those cookies? I take one bite, spit them out and then give them to the neighbors kids. Kids will obviously
eat anything.
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What an Ugly Hill
by Catey Watkins
[ed: The book pictured below got me through ending this week, so I wanted to catch it before There was also a lot of bragging, claiming
some turbulent times last May. I spent a night in it closed. I took the curator’s tour – the curator that Poe was the first American writer to
the Leipzig, Germany, station on my way from of this exhibit was Chris Semtner, who is also win international fame, or something to that
Poland to the Black Forest, and I had to make a curator of the Poe Museum in Richmond. He effect. What about Washington Irving, I asked.
3 a.m. train. So, in order to stay awake I bought was very knowledgeable. “We’re talking about INFLUENCE,” Chris
shot after shot of horrible German espresso from a As a long-time fan of Poe, I knew, of answered. Irving, he claimed, echoing Poe,
vending machine on the tracks and circled a bench course, that he is the father of the detective really wrote in the English style, merely sub-
reading Poe. story – that’s why the Mystery Writers of stituting American locales. Poe, on the other
Yes, he might be one of the most talked about America call their annual awards “Edgars,” hand, established new writing genres and styles
American writers ever, but he’s far from overrated. which physically are small busts of Poe. But I that had great influence on literature not only
Open a cheap bottle of Pinot Noir and lose yourself
learned that he also invented science fiction, in America but throughout Europe. As just
in his prose for evidence.
having great influence on Jules Verne, who one example, he broke with the Gothic horror
When I saw this article on the internet, I
then went on to write some pioneering science tradition of having a moralistic lesson and
immediately wanted to share it with our readers.
fiction himself. Poe loved to have fun with his ending on a happy note of virtue triumphant.
Anything to promote ol’ Edgar.]
readers – to see what he could get away with. Poe had no morality lessons in his tales, and
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He wrote a story for a New York newspaper often it was just the opposite, which infuriated
he purpose of my last writing was to about a man crossing the Atlantic Ocean in the leading Yankee writers. There was no love
draw attention to a great movie: The a hot-air balloon. People believed it, and the lost between Poe and the Yankee scribes – both
Planet of the Apes. Of the two quotes I listed, newspaper sold out, so they repeated the story excoriated the other in print. (I’m getting to
the 29th scroll was the most poignant to me. the next day. I don’t know when (if ever) read- like Poe more and more.)
I got a lot of work done on Sunday and ers learned that this was fiction. Calling Orson Poe was quite a character. In addition to
Monday, so I took advantage of the beauti- Welles! being broke most of the time, he was also a
ful weather today to drive to the Library of One exhibit exclaimed, “Poe was the first drunk, of course. He was quite a ladies’ man,
Virginia in Richmond. This is the 200th anni- American writer to earn his living by writing.” and there were some interesting stories about
versary year of Edgar Allan Poe’s birth, and all I took that as a cautionary tale, since Poe was the lasting impact he had on a number of
year they have had a major exhibit on Poe. It is impoverished most of his life. ladies before and after he married his 13-year-
old cousin, who died tragically of tuberculosis
at, I think, age 24. (That decade was probably
the only happy time in his life – they really
enjoyed life together.) He would write one
of his romantic love poems, and change the
name of the woman in the poem to whomever
he was courting at the time. He unabashedly
lied about his bio, too – saying he graduated
with honors from the University of Virginia
(not!) and that he fought in the Greek War for
Independence (he never got close to it). Fact
and fiction had a way of blurring and merging
with Poe.
Interesting tidbit: Manet illustrated one
of Poe’s books before going on to become one
of the leading French artists.
I asked Chris for his recommendation as
the best biography of Poe, and he said “Edgar
Allan Poe: A Critical Biography,” by Arthur
Hobson Quinn. It’s a fairly old book, but you
can get it on Amazon.com.
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26 yrs old: Fight, Fix, & Flight
by Gina Caciolo
would lay untouched for hours, knowing all the I felt the hammer slip from my fingers
same, but keeping busy all the same. and then clenched it. My feet were nailed to
the floor. My empty hand balled into a fist.
The door still hung a little lower than the
framework, allowing a draft to pull in through “Or him…” she added. Over tears, she
the top, and I’d fix that next. It still opened and pushed out, “I don’t really know which.”
closed just fine. And you couldn’t feel the cool
breeze every day. Only on windy days. But a I continued to stand still. “Get out of my
draft is still a nuisance and can be fixed. store,” I said.
The table, which held the screws, rocked. Veronica looked at me with disbelief in
Two legs were stuck in the back floor which her eyes. “Dakota,” she said sternly. “I needed
held itself slightly higher than the rest of the you right now.”
floor because of a problem my father had when
placing the tiles. I wasn’t concerned. The tiles I threw the hammer at the pile of books
would be filed and flattened. I had reordered stacked next to her. She flinched and sobbed
the new ones weeks ago in case the other harder. “Get the fuck out of--” but she had
method didn’t work. Mended. Repaired. Done. already ran out at that point.
The hammers, strung so close together My body attempted to move forward, but
they were impossible to peel off, needed to be I held my place. I saw, out of the corner of my
separated. Racks of books were piled without eye, the table holding the various screws, begin
any regard to alphabetical order. to rock. With all my strength, I turned towards
it, let out a throaty roar, and flipped it onto its
There was a sweeping noise and then a back. The screws made all sorts of pings and
loud slam. “Dakota!” said a light, but grinding clanging noises as they landed on the tiles,
and shaky voice. “I’ve been waiting in the scratching each one as they came to rest. I fell
parking lot for forty minutes. There aren’t any to the floor, in a prayer-like stance, and wept,
other cars. Why haven’t you come out?” gently picking up screws, and placing them
back in the box.
I turned around and saw Veronica’s face.
Red eyes, pale face, and a slightly chubby
cheek. I took in the rest. One foot stuck
away from the other, hands rubbing over her
basketball stomach. I was stuck, a hammer in
one hand, all dead weight.
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