Fractions

Speakers up, please:


Screen snaps of life to date, in thirds
(and fifths, if I were a major dude):

1/3: Clueless. Furry.
Freshman at an Ocean-View Science University.
Inspector at a company who built anything atomic that didn’t actually explode.
Yellow Triumph Spitfire,


red Alfa Giulietta Sprint.



First girlfriend (per se? soi-disant?)
and other discoveries.

2/3: Gormless. Style-free.
Engineer at an ossified firm still building



B.F. Skinner’s boxes.




Living with a smart, funny, neurotic woman
whom I let pull me away from the one
and into a decrepit house as high maintenance as she.

Yellow Volvo Amazon,



green Volvo P1800,



moribund sky-blue Sunbeam-Talbot, VW, MB, etc.

3/3: Guileless. Shopworn. Married.
General scribbling for people who build the Internet’s guts.
Small silver SUV, beige minivan
(but with custom wheels, chrome tailpipe,

and a “Zoom-Zoom” sticker!)


Lovely daughters who get good grades and play music.
Everyone is healthy.
Roof hardly leaks.
My contented siblings have grown kids,
and I have a couple of close friends.

Three parts make one whole.

--WF