The highlight of Harry's week is the Wednesday afternoon meeting at the newspaper, where the stories for the next week are discussed and assigned. The quirkiest are always reserved for him.
Next week Harry will be eligible to start collecting social security. Has he gone down to the Social Security Office to sign up? No! He is too busy chasing after a French Canadian film crew doing a documentary on clowns on lawnmowers, or laying on his back photographing the GM of the local radio station with as much of a 500 foot antenna he can fit into the frame.
The station manager is thinking of having the newspaper reporters do 2 – 3 minutes on their stories for the week. Is this right up Harry’s alley, or what! Harry has an idea too: How about letting the reporters slip into first person/present tense on the radio?
Harry on air: So there I am following the crew of six, all wired together as one. Remember the tortoise shell formation form Julius Caesar in high school Latin? The clown is already mowing in the backyard. We start across the front lawn, filming all the way. Suddenly the front door flies open and a woman steps out. “May I help you?” she says.
Suffice it to say that Harry is having the time of his life. If only his body were a bit more flexible…