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10 Years Since Jack Grapes & Season 3 Finale Image

A Few Sips from Hinnebuschland Farms

Hinnebusch ’64

Plugging away at my writing project, The Fake(TV)Show. I’m well into the 2nd draft of Season 2 Episode 3. I have my characters, a “5- man band” inverted, but still deeply divided here. There are enough gags to mist the surface of a swimming pool, and I’ve added a trendy new absence-of-field format. Not sure it will make good television. But then it might make great television. The 27th was the 10th anniversary of the publication of my Jack Grapes Chapbook . So there you have it, the splinter in my middle finger is garnering my attention, especially when I type.  In 1400 the wood from the church table that gave me the splinter was but a seed and 200 hundred years later, lathed in a lather in a shop which walls felt the sound waves not far from when you know who was, whose swearing filled the glen next to the rock. But then, there you have it, as you might expect. A close up of the image below is the last thing you see in the season 3 finale:

So there you have it, the splinter in my middle finger is garnering my attention, especially when I type.  In 1400 the wood from the church table that gave me the splinter was but a seed and 200 hundred years later, lathed in a lather in a shop which walls felt the sound waves not far from when you know who was, whose swearing filled the glen next to the rock. But then, there you have it, as you might expect. A close up of the image below is the last thing you see in the season 3 finale:

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