Off the AP Wire

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his adaptation was from a news item I read in the St Paul Pioneer Press Newspaper in the summer of 2006 and later the story was presented on Minnesota Public Radio. I am not sure of the woman’s age, but she was in her 50’s or early 60’s. I questioned the decision to cancel her credit card, a decision never fully explained to my satisfaction, as this would have left a trail of information as to here location. This piece of prose is difficult to understand if you fail to read its title. And think of the very sad situation of the daughter and grand children waiting at the Minneapolis/St Paul International Airport.

Off the AP Wire… in and out of consciousness… Alzheimer’s. ------------

“Good morning, you’re listening to Minnesota Public Radio…”

(She backed out of the driveway …. An hour, west, from Minneapolis/St Paul International Airport ….)

sea turtles dig in the sand to lay their eggs,

street people stand on the corner to beg.

(She is going to pick up her daughter …. grandkids …)

The first derivative deals with the slope,

Lost souls give up hope.

(She needed gas …. and was several hours south of the airport … credit card …)

The white house is in the news,

We soften blows with a little booze.

(Officer, my wife is missing ….. abducted? …. CANCEL HER CREDIT CARD…)

Stars shine on a winter night,

Boats in the sea looking for lights.

(West on Interstate 80….. needs gas….. no time to sleep…)

There are cars riding on trains,

juxsposition your life to have no pains.

(Credit card does not work…. They take a check… South Dakota…)

Peruse the paper with great care,

Mountain climbers take dares.

“Good morning, it will be a hot one today as the high in Northern Wyoming is expected to reach 110 degrees Fahrenheit…”

Incidentally, the song has no rhyme,

Geese fly in straight lines.

(Gravel road …. The SUV gets stuck … No time to sleep…)

Blasting pictures fill the mind,

Some people are just too kind.

(She walks …. she crawls…. 108 degrees Fahrenheit …)

Heavenly days sometimes are few,

Union people have to pay dues.

“Last night a rancher discovered a woman lying face down on a hillside in a remote section in Northern Wyoming, her SUV apparently…. “

Cloudy days interject with swimming pools,

Carpenters used lots of tools.

(Of course she had died…. She was 52.)