stnylan – Before I forget, thank you for the poem. I’ve been known to wax poetic after bending the elbow a few, well all right several times so I can appreciate the effort. I once wrote an ode to the beauty of ‘she who will not be denied’ she liked it so much that she decided that I must be quite a guy. Little did she know that I just wanted to bed the buxom, fair-haired wench. Hey I was in my twenties and can’t be held responsible for my hormones.
Director – I see you understand that there are complexities out there in the world that just defy reason. I’ve had several warps in time and dimension that almost made me think that someone or something was jerking me around like a wooden marionette. Thankfully I figured out a way to cut my strings and made my escape.
Yes the fat man has sung and my last cliffhanger is now basking in the glow of the sunset of my story. Think of it like it’s the last billboard on interstate 90 that flashes by as you leave the Black Hills of South Dakota, heading East, leaving you with the realization that there is absolutely nothing of interest left to look in the rest of the state. The story has indeed ended.
Jwolf – Thank you for reading and I’ve appreciated your comments.
I now have the pleasure of sitting back and reading your story.
Draco Rexus – It’s hard to know which way Higgins went after dying. I like to think he was a good man at heart and made it to whatever reward he could hope for. If I know Higgins he’ll find something to complain about in heaven or hell.
J. Passepartout – I couldn’t let Wolfgang just die, now could I?
Nil-The-Frogg – You think going to Germany and meeting Fassbinder was scary? Just wait, the next time our heroes meet Herr Fassbinder it’s going to be so scary, so terrible, so inhumanly un-human that I shudder at the thought of having to write it down and expose my gentle readers to the horror of it all. (shudder) I can’t wait.
Stuyvesant – Yes Higgins just couldn’t let go could he? He had to have the satisfaction of directing his friends just one more time. I’ll miss your intelligent and incisive comments, which really makes me wonder how you ended up in Wisconsin? I know you told me but I still shake my head about it. I figure you’ve been there long enough for the pod to open and the metamorphosis to take place haven’t you? Let’s see you’ve bought your cheese-head hat right? You’ve started to really like our tasteless American beer. You can’t go more than a day without eating bacon. You’re saving up for season tickets to da Green Bay Packers! Yep you’ve gone to the dark side and become a Mid-Westerner.
Coz1 – What a drab world it would be without a thickheaded muscle-bound sadist like Wolfgang. Who would we have to throw off trains?
Amric – It would be fun to continue this story in EU III, wouldn’t it?
Dead Williams – I am on hiatus as far as writing goes until EU III rears its head and bellows out a challenge to all who would dare to put pen to paper and let loose the dogs of imagination. In case you didn’t know I believe they are Poodles, you know the ones with those fancy haircuts.
Mettermrck – An honor to have you drop by and I’m glad you enjoyed the story.
So as I wait for EU III there is one project that I might try to do. I’m thinking of rewriting the ending to “A Tall Tale Told on a Cold Night”. It would involve a rewrite to a limited extent and I don’t know if I have the energy for it but it has one advantage. It’s a short story and wouldn’t require more than a couple of weeks to redo.
Thanks again everyone.
Joe
