Hitchcock Coheed had earned a private pilot’s license when he was 16 years old, a degree in electrical engineering when he was 22, a contractor’s license (as an electrician) when he was 26, a marriage license at 27 and at 28 he signed on to his bride’s idea to pack up and seek their fortune in California. A year later he washed up in Litter Bay clinging to a beat Toyota pickup and a toolbox full of tools. His lovely bride was somewhere else, scores of miles inland he guessed, but who knew. Fifteen years later, he still has no idea. [Read More]
Adventures in Litter Bay
A Relation of the Adventures of Hitchcock Coheed in the Unknown Interior of Litter Bay, with particular attention to the idiosyncrasies of the peoples he discovers, including their customs and lifeways; some notes about the flora and fauna, domestic and wild one may find therein; and also the climate, which is exceptionally fair; as well as some comments for subsequent arrivals, so that they may profit from Coheed’s privation.
After leaving Jane’s, Coheed drives east out of the Shore and heads for O’Shannon. He’s late for his appointment — by hours, thanks to his ex-wife — but screw it. How often does he get a chance to be with a woman? One he likes? There’s no parking out front or anywhere else on the block when he arrives, which is the first of several reasons Coheed only visits O’Shannon on business. It’s a brisk and lively night and every place on the block is lit bright and loud, even the sports bar themed pizza place across the street that’s always empty [Read More]
Coheed was awakened by the sound of children’s voices rising up from the park below his one bedroom apartment. “Lemonade Lemonade Lemonade!” they yelled. “Lemonade Lemonayyde Lemonade,” came their little boys’ and girls’ voices, some breaking into scratchy urgent little girl and boy screams, “Lemonaaaade! Lemonaaade! Lemon-aay-aay-ade!” He looked over at the clock; nine-seventeen. Ten minutes later it had not abated. “Lemonade Lemonade Lemon-aay-aay-ade.” He pushed the covers aside and reached for last night’s blue jeans and t-shirt that lay carefully folded on the chair at the foot of the bed. Coheed was habitually tidy, no matter the hour or his condition. He took [Read More]