Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The final day of August is the 72nd day of summer. Three weeks of summer remain. #WilboSummerPoints

I am in discussions with a silk screen artist I follow to create ten tee shirts.. These will be the awards for the top ten in the #WilboSummerPoints competition. I have no idea when I can afford to produce them, but rest assured, the creative process moves forward. Who is this silk screen artist? Danny Parker of Grand Haven Michigan is my pick.
 
 I like the idea of a hand silk-screened tee shirt. It's a process I've seen before; one of my best friends from high school worked in a silk screen shop. The operation was housed in a two story high opera house in downtown Byron, Michigan, now serving as offices of Drury Realty. I think it adds a little class to the shirt. I've tumbled the slogan in my mind a few times, and "Don't Squander Summer" comes to mind. It might not be catchy enough. It might not be unique enough. It's not even a Google whack. It's the final line of this writer's prose poem:
 
 
So how in the world do I award these shirts to the top ten point winners. It's simple. Lisa Rose Starner was swamping amongst the elder berry stands before most of us touched water this summer. She's overqualified as a Wilbo Summer Points accumlator. If Sting can sing every thing she does is magic, I can sing every thing she does is summer. LRS scored me major points Sunday night. You all might have gathered I am perpetually single, with the date here and the date there. I even attended a dinner party last week accompanied by two wonderful women. (Thank you, ever so gracious hosts, both of whom have tagged the Wilbo). But most of the time, I'm meeting and greeting and it is a special form of sweet hell. One rather rock and roll woman declared in a conversation outside my now favorite Grand Rapids bar, "Did you know latex comes from Golden Rod. It's 17 percent latex?" Apparently, she theorizes, Golden Rod, or is it Goldenrod, isn't going to make the big oil interests any money fast. Apparently, a special interest wants to keep harvesting in the rainforest. I had a lot of fun regaling her with the story of the Goldenrod Goddess of the Urban Ranch, and so drew the vocal darling into conversation. Did the two of us really start talking about Goldenrod condoms.? Latex is latex and sustainable latex is even better, right? It's not vulgar if someone laughs, and we were standing outside the bar. Anywho, she begged to know more about the Goldenrod Goddess of the Urban Ranch and we exhanged phone numbers. I guess Sam from Cheers has an entire comic routine around exchanged phone numbers.. But I digress. With LRS, not to be confused with LDS, I can just mail her award to her coffeehouse, the Madcap Coffeehouse. I've already made this plan work once. So everyone who wins will have to inform me of their favorite coffee house.
 
It's lunch time. You all know who peculiar I am about lunch,
 
We're in the home stretch,
 
Wilbo

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