Someone put it in my mailbox. It’s neatly hand-written in ink, on a 3 X 5 card:
[QUOTE=anonymous note]
Culture Note #2:
When Gumby reached the moon by streching the ladder of his fire
engine, he stretched our minds, as well. But as each and every one of
us eventually would learn, Gumby was in fact not made of clay, but
common, industrial grade rubber, and that he could not, in fact, “walk
into any book, with his pony pal Pokey, too.” The longest I could ever
stretch Gumby was two feet and seven inches. How about you?
Thank you.
[/quote]
That’s all it says. No name, phone number–nothing. Is this some kind of threat?
Back around twenty years ago, my friends and I did extensive LSD “experimentation.” We did all kinds of crazy shit that is only funny if you’ve ever been on the bus.
We would do things like make what appeared to be children’s drawingx with crayon on construction paper but make then slightly off is bizarre ways. Then we’d mail them to random people from the phone book.
Even without the aid of drugs, I think a lot of people in the mid-teens to early twenties go through a stage where “freaking out the squares” is a common social activity. I’m guessing some bored HS seniors were having a good time.
Beats having them spray paint a bad word on your garage.
One morning back when I was in college I woke up to find that, sometime in the night, someone had written the following in shoe polish on the windshield of my car:
I brake for ponies.
**totally SFW, just spoilered for comic effect**
I had a similar WTF moment, and, as above, chalked it up to someone messing around while under the influence of hallucinogens or something. I was just grateful they wrote on the glass and not on the body/paint.
Hmm. In the household to the west, just about everyone was born in Armenia. I can’t imagine them involved in something like this. The native-born children are all under ten.
To the east is an apartment building. There are several likely candidates there.
Sounds like an art project to me. (Not necessarily under the influence of psychoactive substances, but they don’t hurt…)
I would take it as someone providing me with a little free whimsy and imagination in my life.
I mean, it does mean your neighborhood is infested with art college kids, but that’s better than an infestation of frat kids or investment bankers or something.
It is a reference to the English translation of a line of French poetry (Baudelaire?) that signalled to the French underground that D-Day was happening - according to the movie “The Longest Day”
but I’m not clear on its relationship to a strange Gumby note.
Roddy
