Sorry for the momentary vanishing act, compadres. I was catching up on some obviously much needed sleep. Thorazine can have that effect.
As to the Kerouacian/Joyceian/Hitchcockian/Serlingesque diatribe, first...thanks for all those associations. Whether you meant them as compliments I opted to take them that way and run flat out to the bank. Second...what, no Gertrude Stein? Sheesh.
That rambling lunacy was intended to be funny as originally typed from a train platform in the middle of the night, then from the train, then from another platform, then up the block to apartment building...like taking you guys on a virtual ride home with me. (it was inspired in large part by sitting on the platform reading Prof. Bopes and his grammar queen...or, I guess, punctuation queen, corrections...yep, grammar queen is what some friends have called me in the past. Bopes, you and I are brothers from other mothers...er, MOMs.) You'll just have to take my word for the funniness, but it was pretty gosh dern amusing until the messaging utility here on the forum et it. By the THIRD time it got et I'd lost all hope of preserving the stream of consciousness spontaneity and was just good and damn well determined to get the flippin' thing posted in some form. "Defeat" is not in my lexicon when battling a four inch phone.
Thanks for your kind indulgence and your threats of institutionalization. That's how I know this is truly a family; you all want to see me in a straightjacket being fed through a straw, just like my folks always have.