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Charie D. La Marr, mayor ofPersiphoniaover 16 years agoMrs. Velma Washington comes from a very lovely black family from East Persiphonia. Her husband is a landscaper, working for the city. She works part time as a secretary in one of our large corporate complexes. Their son, Jackie Jr. is four now and just started pre-school this year. Once a week on Wednesdays, Velma takes the bus downtown to the Just Picked Produce Market to buy fresh fruits and vegetables for her family. Jackie always goes along. Now that he is four, he told his mother that he was too big to ride in a stroller. He promised to hold her hand the whole time they were downtown, Macey Bellinger is a suburban housewife, however there is nothing typical about her. She and her partner Marie Lowell have a large home in the suburbs. Both of them teach at our Fine Arts College. Macey’s specialty is 19th Century European Art. Four years ago, they decided that they wanted a child. Using a good male friend for artificial insemination, Macey gave birth to their son Elijah Absalom Bellinger-Lowell. Recently, the three of them went to Massachusetts where Macey and Marie were married. On Wednesdays, Macey picks Elijah up at his advanced placement pre-prep school and takes him with her to Just Picked Produce Market. Macey is a gourmet cook and Wednesdays is her night to go all out, preparing a special vegetarian dinner for Marie and Elijah. Macey wouldn’t think of putting Elijah in a stroller. It would be demeaning to him. At four, he reads, has mastered adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing and is quite an artist. While Velma and Macey don’t know each other, they have seen each other enough at Just Picked on Wednesdays to not to each other. This Wednesday, Macey decided to prepare Mabu Nasu—a Japanese dish with curried eggplant. Velma had decided upon Eggplant Parmesan—one of Jackie’s favorite Italian dishes. The two of them nodded to each other at the display of eggplants, where they both picked up several, thumping them and smelling them until they found exactly the ones they wanted, dropping them in their baskets, grabbing their son’s hands and moving on to the cash register area as they checked their grocery lists to make sure they had everything they needed. They paid at separate registers and left the store—Velma rushing to make the bus back home and Macey heading out to the parking lot where her Land Rover was parked. All four of them must have screamed at exactly the same moment. As Macey lifted her son up to put him in his safety booster seat, little Jackie Washington looked at her and both of them screamed. And as Velma found a seat on the bus and pulled Jackie onto her lap, Elijah looked at her and began to scream. Somehow, when they finished perusing the eggplants, they had accidently taken the wrong child’s hand. From the viewpoint of a four year old, one pair of jeans and sneakers looks just like another. Bored and anxious to go home, neither one realized it wasn’t their mother who had them by the hand. Eventually, the police were called, the bus was tracked down and the two mothers were reunited with their progeny. But it taught them an important lesson. After you let go of your child to thump melons, make sure it’s your child whose hand you grab and lead away. Of course, there are options. Not trusting Feral as far as I could throw him when he was little, I used to use a harness on occasions when we were out in crowds. Once, at a zoo, I was told off big time by a woman who told me that my son wasn’t a pet and that he didn’t belong at the end of a leash. I very calmly handed her my son and told her that I would pick him up at 5, but that perhaps she should first take a peek at her own little darling who was busy attempting to climb into the alligator pit. She gave me a dirty look and went over to tell her son “No no, alligators like to eat little boys. That’s why they are in the pit with the big fence around it.†I gave her the finger and took Feral by the harness off to see the polar bears singing the song about the lady with the alligator purse and telling my son to do as Mommy says, not as Mommy does. There is a moral to this story. There usually is with me. It’s in there somewhere. I guess that it’s that sometimes even good mommies make big mistakes. Look at my son. He’s now wearing black eyeliner and dating a girl named Malicious. His idea of a great date is a night in the cemetery. Hey, he didn’t get that from me. In my generation, a guy who wore black eyeliner was probably wearing his sister’s underwear, too. Anyway, today our wonderful police department is sending an officer to your town to give lessons in child safety for all mothers. In addition to being a great lecture, the officers are pretty nice to look at. And as for entertainment, a CD of Little Richard’s Itsy Bitsy Spider. Great to play in the car and rock out with the little ones. Please remember to POP or Entertain us back often when you see us down. We have reached 1000 connections, but I am checking now and deleting those who do not autopop daily, so wait about a week and ask us again. I will ONLY connect to cities who send a friend request that contains the NAME OF THEIR CITY- not just ‘Metroâ€. I have already deleted over 150 names and replaced them and continue to do so a little at a time. I intend to give preference to people who have loyally popped Persiphonia though they were non-connections. We autopop every night at midnight or whenever we remember to. AND NOW FOR THE LATEST NEWS … Tales of Persiphonia is now online! I am in the process of adding all of the tales from way back in the beginning, along with my personal tips for playing the game and other cool Persiphonia stuff. You can find us at http://persiphonia.wordpress.com/ Drop by often. Leave comments. We love to hear from you! I am almost up to date adding the old ones to the blog. Sincerely yours, Persiphone Hellecat, Mayor, Empress, Queen and Exaulted Grand Poobah of Persiphonia, Land of the Free and Home of the Bipolar. (We have an excellent medical plan that includes prescriptions!) A PROUD NO NUKES CITY!!! We are now SOLAR!!! Let the sun shine in!
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