Mondos and Mads

On Friday, Mrs. M, the Spawn, and I loaded up the car and made the trek down I’s 26 and 40 to Knoxville, where we spent the weekend with the Mad Dog, the Mad Doc, and their young’n. We did quite a bit of shopping, burger-eating, and breeze-shooting, and it was good to see our friends.


Artist’s Conception: Real Mondos and Mads may vary from versions depicted.

The Spawn and Mrs. M picked up some dresses and skirts, with the Spawn acquiring a bit of makeup from one of her favorite cosmetics purveyors as well. I contented myself with Joe R. Lansdale’s latest Hap & Leonard book, which I’ll read this evening.

The book’s opening is about as much as a crime reader and writer could hope for — it’s gorgeous:

I don’t think we ask for trouble, me and Leonard. It just finds us. It often starts casually, and then something comes loose and starts to rattle, like an unscrewed bolt on a carnival ride. No big thing at first, just a loose, rattling bolt, then the bolt slips completely free and flies out of place, the carnival ride groans and screeches, and it sags and tumbles into a messy mass of jagged parts and twisted metal and wads of bleeding human flesh.

I’m starting this at the point in the carnival ride when the bolt has started to come loose.

We also hit an arcade in Pigeon Forge, where the Mad Dog cleaned my clock both in Galaga and air hockey, but that’s OK — he would have done the same thirty years previously. Alas, my specialty games weren’t available. Perhaps another time.

It’s a shame that our time was limited, but I had a Berries practice last night (we have a gig in just under two weeks), so we had to get back to Mondoville yesterday afternoon. Still, we made a few plans for an adults-only confab at a neutral site before too long, and I’m already looking forward to it. Thanks for the hospitality, guys!


About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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