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Pat Maginess: Private-Eye

Hard Shelled Detective Fiction by Edward Piercy

Posts tagged with "At the Barber Shop"

On "The Universe"




We was just sittin’ around the barber shop yesterday talkin’ about the
death of Socrates and the meaning of the moral life when somebody, I think
it was Ben, brought up the the subject of the meaning of life in general.
"It seems to me" Wilbur said, "that if you are talking about all Creation,
well then the meaning of it all should be creation and not destruction."
So we all got to that for a while -- even Jack, who strangely enough had
woken up from his afternoon nap in one of the chairs -- and we decided
that Wilbur did make a pretty good point all things considered. At that
point old Pete got to talkin' again about his favorite topic over the past
few days, sayin' "I sure will be glad when they start rebuildin' the wig
factory." Then, takin' a sip on his Coca-Cola, he added "Yeah, that's really
gonna be somethin'. Somethin' indeed." We all smiled, glad that old Pete
was finally back to himself, and at that point it was gettin' pretty close
to supper hour, and we all went home.




This is the last in this series.


On "Heroism"




We was just sittin’ around the barber shop yesterday talkin’ about Carl
Jung's view of the collective unconscious when somebody, I think it was
Wilbur, brought up the subject of heroism. "It seems to me, that it's
kinda like in the fairy tales" Ben said. "You never gain but that you
lose something. And sometimes you just flat out lose something." So we
all got to that for a while —- except for Jack, who had as usual fallen
asleep in the chair for his afternoon nap —- and we decided that Ben did
make a pretty good point all things considered. That's when old Pete,
who was kinda having a tough go of it mentally since the big fire at the
wig factory a few weeks prior, started mumb'lin to himself. "All them wigs"
he said, takin' a swig of his Coca-Cola and lookin' kinda despondent.
"All them pretty wigs." So we all changed the subject, just to make old
Pete maybe feel a little better, and he did after a while. At which point
it was gettin' pretty close to supper hour, so we went home.




On the "Civil War in Iraq"




We was just sittin’ around the barber shop yesterday talkin’ about
Thucydides’ view of human nature and its implications for history when
somebody, I think it was Ben, brought up the subject of the Civil War in
Iraq. "It seems to me" Wilbur said, "that this country wasn't all agreed
when we was fightin' the Revolutionary War. Not that we went around
killin' each other. At least not much." So we all got to that for a
while —- except for Jack, who had as usual fallen asleep in the chair
for his afternoon nap —- and we decided that Wilbur did make a pretty
good point all things considered. At which point old Pete ran into the
shop and said, “Hey, there’s a fire at the wig factory! Firetrucks are
on the way!” We all just looked at him and shook our heads. It seemed
that old Pete was havin' another one of his flashbacks to the wig
factory fire of a few weeks prior. So a couple of us got up out of our
chairs and went up to old Pete and took him gently by each arm and
walked him home and put him in bed and put a cool washrag on his
forehead. At which point it was gettin' pretty close to supper hour, so
we went home.



On the "War On Terrorism"




We was just sittin’ around the barber shop yesterday talkin’ about
Toynbee’s concept of the decline of civilizations when somebody, I think
it was Wilbur, brought up the subject of the War on Terrorism. “It’s a
matter of open, pluralistic societies set against cultures which ‘er much
more integrated” Ben said. So we all got to that for a while —- except
for Jack, who had as usual fallen asleep in the chair for his afternoon
nap —- and we decided that Ben did make a pretty good point all things
considered. At which point old Pete ran into the shop and said, “Hey,
there’s a fire at the wig factory! Firetrucks are on the way!” So we
wandered down the street a ways and watched the fire a good long while
until the building burned down. At which point it was gettin' pretty
close to supper hour, so we went home.