I'm Sitting at the Post Office

My Aunt, Lou Buckingham, lives in a gothic mansion in South Carolina with her husband, Buck Dollars. Behind the house is a building that is rumored to be the original town post office. Buck has  sort of made it his workshop, I believe. At least, the last time I went there, he showed me around, and there were walls torn out and he was building, building, building, demolishing, adding, because he's this creative mechanical genius who always is doing something. In the added on parts were things like pump organs and this two ton antique piece of equipment that... did... something? Whatever it did, it was impressive.

When people try to be "steampunk," I think they are really just trying to be what Aunt Lou and Buck Dollars are naturally.

I think that's what the song is about, his doings in the post office out back. Oh, did I mention? Buck Dollars and Lou Buckingham are in this great gothic rock band, Wasted Wine. So that's why the song is about them. Do I have the greatest family, or what?

Dolls

Sweet Aunt Lou said that she hid the dolls, because "dolls freak people out." We found some in the attic, though they were of the more modern variety (twentieth century, anyway). Presumably the dolls were okay in the attic because Dennis (sometimes referred to here as "Duncle Ennis") was staying in the attic, and Dennis is never freaked out by anything.

The house seems like it ought to be haunted, but it isn't. I have a sense for such things. (You're allowed to laugh at that last bit, but to my slight embarrassment, I really do believe I have a sense for such things.)



Check out Chairy above the window, and Pee Wee Hermann off to the lower right. Bill Clinton is sitting next to Pee Wee Hermann. The upper left includes some of the Wild Things and Max, King of All Wild Things. Little Z did not want to play with the Wild Things. I don't know why.

I wonder if they ever made dolls of Sally and Herbert?

Sojourn to the South

Last week was spent celebrating my birthday over and over again at my sweet Aunt Lou's gothic mansion. We drove south and south and south until we could smell the Baptists. That's my grandmother standing out front with the broom. She enjoys sweeping. Really.