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UFO; Dining October 25, 2010

Filed under: Otaki Gorge,Pietmond,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 8:56 am

Before I talk to Hucka D. tonight, if he’s available, I thought I’d start with a couple of Pietmond additions.

First, we now have an official town UFO (!)

Now all we have to do is figure out how to fly the abandoned craft.

Other bits of news are probably less dramatic: the establishment of two eateries in town. The first is on the rooftop downtown, complete with an open bar…

… and the second similarly offers rooftop dining, this time at The Castle of The Rocks.

Great views at both places, but the latter restaurant may have to be moved. Residents are up in arms, once more.

One more shot of the downtown building(s) stuffed with junk. Haven’t figured out what to do with this space yet except use it as storage.

“Isn’t that the same UFO that was spotted flying over Ratcliff the other week?”

bb:

Yes, Hucka D., I think it was is.

Hucka D.:

Then there’s no pilot. He radioed in and said it wasn’t the craft.

bb:

Interesting. Do you know the pilot?

Hucka D.:

Yes. (pause)

bb:

Care to elaborate?

Hucka D.:

Not yet. We better talk of Peter, not to rush you but we must get to him.

bb:

I’ll just unreel my thoughts: Peter came to Pietmond as a lawyer, attracted by the many disputes among locals. A good market, if you will. This was after he completed his college courses. In Corsica? (pause) Anyway, one of the first or one of the primary disputes he encountered in this job was Lime House and whether it should be an official part of Pietmond, and, by assoc., establishing the boundaries of the town itself.

Hucka D.:

He found out he had his work cut out for him! Better move to Ticky Bill.

bb:

Well, I think that was the owner of the house, or the person that stayed there.

Hucka D.:

He didn’t own it. That was the problem.

bb:

OK. But all sorts of stories revolved around Ticky Bill. Some say he had Lyme disease and that’s why the house was named that [Lime House]. There were ticks all over the place in there. Ticky Bill, then.

Hucka D.:

One story, and a good one. Hard to pry it loose once it has its little pincher claws in the town’s consciousness.

bb:

Nice. Great. Then another story has it that the building actually ticked, or what was inside actually ticked, and that Ticky Bill was either building a bomb, perhaps a time bomb, to blow up Pietmond…

Hucka D.:

Another good story.

bb:

… or that it was the ticking of a clock, but so loud as to only be possible from a very special clock, a time clock. It was not only ticking present time but also past and probably even future time. Very loud. (pause) So Peter was brought it to solve the mystery of Ticky Bill and the Lime House, which may have been the Lyme House back then.

Hucka D.:

Another story was that his user was the famous comedian Dick Cavett. I think we brought him up earlier in the blog.

bb:

Talk show host, you mean. I don’t think he was a comedian.

Hucka D. (unperturbed):

Yes. A comedian.

bb:

Alright, I’ll leave it at that. Obviously Peter had to go and talk to Ticky Bill. Problem is, no one had seen him in ages, although he was always on the roster of town meetings and various other places. He always had 4 or 5 books checked out of the town library, and always paid his, er, bills.

Hucka D.:

No. He had no bills.

bb:

Anyway, that’s what Peter walked into. The man was almost like the invented Tuttle from M*A*S*H. Peter started to think that the town was playing an enormous joke on him.

Hucka D.:

Were they?

bb:

I don’t think so but I could be wrong.

Hucka D.:

He was my son, you know.

bb:

I was just getting to that. Peter was your son you birthed on Big Island in the Comet Archipelago, along with 4 or 5 other siblings. You’ve stated you were not African-American, per se, but just black colored. Black-purple.

Hucka D.:

Didn’t matter. Once you get to the mainland you’re discrimated against anyway, because of the darkness.

bb:

But the townspeople didn’t know Peter was black because he was white, you see. Your white child, like Martin in The Jerk, to bring in another entertainment analogy.

Hucka D.:

Exactly like that. His name was even Martin. Peter Martin. He only knew he was white because he could dance to Guy Lombardo.

bb:

How did you pay for his collage college, Hucka D.? Lemme guess: Chesaw. And his secret stash of Green. Purest green.

Hucka D.:

Oh Chesaw had money. And, yes, he gave it to us so all the children would be well provided for. And me too, of course. I moved with The Bakers — you, after all — to the heart of Big Sink because Big Island and Big Sink are the same in a weird-ie way. I didn’t move at all really, just “came” here. Transferred.

bb:

I remember noting at the time, before the elimination of Big I. from the grid, that the two were quite similar in size and shape.

Hucka D.:

We were at the heart. Of Big Sink. We took Chesaw’s house, even.

bb:

But did Peter go to school on the Corsica continent?

Hucka D.:

I’m only allowed to say [at this point] that he was raised in both Big I. and Big Sink. At the heart, the center. Pudding Hill. And then he went to Otaki Gorge and Pietmond to establish his own life separate from mine in Big Sink. But when I visited the first time, the town was aghast, because I was dark, see, and Peter was light. They didn’t know Peter had a dark mama and family. Brothers and his sister visited as well. Pietmond had to learn tolerance, but it was a long struggle. Not that the townspeople were bad or anything, just that it took some time. They’d never been exposed to our people. And that’s where the legend of Black Peter is born. They could figure out why he was light and I was dark and the rest of the family was like me. He became a sort of magical being. But this was quite a bit later. Ticky Bill led him to the Rabbit Hole of Blackmount after a certain time. He fell in — purposely — and came out, of course, in the Lake District — near there — on the Satori/ Maebaleia continent. He started to piece it all together after that. His mama actually owned both continents, and wasn’t a poor runaway at all. The lowest becomes the highest. He knew of St. Lemon of Troy, then.

bb:

Thanks for all that. Very interesting; good bit of backstory. I also thought today about the central labyrinth of Pietmond, which is now in the cathedral in town. At first the townspeople had a more ordinary church, although it was interdenominational. But they didn’t know, or had forgotten about the labyrinth until it was uncovered by some floor people — who were working on the floor of the church and found it. Peter was called in. An original religion was discovered by the town, one before the creation of the cathedral. The cathedral had been built on top of the labyrinth, which then hid it.

Hucka D.:

They ripped up the pews, everything. Everything became centered on that labyrinth. It was their central crop circle in many ways. A hole that is whole.

bb:

Nice. And Peter, let’s see, lived in Orange House, which later became, perhaps, the Martin House.

Hucka D.:

The townspeople insisted he take the Orange House because of the views [through the transparent north walls]. But The Martins had to be kicked out, and moved to the apartments on the hill. 2 of ’em. Or maybe they moved to Lemon House, which was less finished. Anyway, Peter felt bad about this, but the town insisted. Peter became the most important of them all here, the central town figure. The one everyone turned to when trouble arose, which was often. So much commotion for such a small place! But nothing really, really serious. I don’t think anyone was ever murdered there.

bb:

So everyone was fair complexioned when Peter moved there.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Except for the green aliens, the Colgates. Sweet people. Everyone loved them, even though they talked about them behind their back as well. But Peter, as I said, was special. The town had to bend to the fact that he was actually dark in matter. Er. (pause, then repeating:) He became a special being. Magical.

bb:

What is the meaning of the dark and light statues in Gallery Jack, Hucka D. Is that the two sides of Peter as well?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Yes! (pause)

bb:

The little 3-part collage series I created last March might figure in here, since we have someone moving into an orange colored location and kicking out, as it were, 2 martins — birds in this case. I’m thinking that 8-sided figure, which is an English well house, is also the Orange House of Pietmond. Let me pull up a picture:

Hucka D.:

Peter sinks in. Is trapped. Good life, but town limited in scope. They had to deal with the Taijitu.

bb:

Thanks, Hucka D. Well talk again soon.

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