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    The English Major

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      On the drive home I recalled James Joyce’s motto, “Silence, exile, cunning,” and resolved to adopt it as my own. I also remembered a musical appreciation lecture as a freshman in college where the professor had said the great Stravinsky had been roundly booed at the first performance of “Firebird” in Paris.

      Even Lothar was furious at me when I let her out of the Indian’s shack though I quickly re-entered her good graces by giving her a portion of leftover pot roast and gravy. Would that all females were this easy but then Lothar had a fat gnarled face like a brown frog and wasn’t much of a challenge. I glanced over at the card table and wondered what problems my re-named states might cause but then it was unlikely that the changes would become widely known. It was probably better to be a flower born to blush unseen in the desert air as some English poet had said.

      I took Lothar for a mid-morning walk in the gathering heat packing along a small flask of Schnapps to calm my nerves which were improbably frayed. It had been my dad’s flask which he kept full for what he called “emergencies.” About a quarter mile out I heard a car on the gravel road and instinctively ducked down behind a clump of thornapple bushes. I still had my bird watching binoculars and glassed Vivian as she went through the house and out on the back porch where she hollered “Clint! Clint! Clint! I have papers for you to sign!” I knelt there behind the bushes thinking that she would always have papers for me to sign.

      She finally drove away and I proceeded on to the spring with Lothar beating me there and muddying up the water in a frantic search for a frog to eat. I took off my clothes and sat down in the cool water, sipping at my Schnapps and looking up at the way the sun dappled down through the beech and sugar maple leaves. This won’t be a bad life I thought happily. What there is left of it is undetermined but I’ll do fine.

      The Renamed States

      Alabama – Chickasaw

      Alaska – Kolyukon

      Arizona – Apache

      Arkansas – Caddo

      California – Chumesh

      Colorado – Ute

      Connecticut – Mohegan

      Delaware – Nanticoke

      Florida – Seminole

      Georgia – Creek

      Hawaii – Kanaka Maoli

      Idaho – Nez Perce

      Illinois – Kickapoo

      Indiana – Plankeshaw

      Iowa – Foxsauk

      Kansas – Wichita

      Kentucky – Wea

      Louisiana – Acolapissa

      Maine – Abnaki

      Maryland – Powhalen

      Massachusetts – Pequot

      Michigan – Potawatomi

      Minnesota – Ojibway

      Mississippi – Choctaw

      Missouri – Osage

      Montana – Absoroka

      Nebraska – Poncapawnee

      Nevada – Paiute

      New Hampshire – Wappinger

      New Jersey – Nakyssan

      New Mexico – Navajo

      New York – Iroquois

      North Carolina – Shawnee

      North Dakota – Hidatsa

      Ohio – Wyandot

      Oklahoma – Cherokee

      Oregon – Umatilla

      Pennsylvania – Onondaga

      Rhode Island – Wampanoag

      South Dakota – Lakota

      Tennessee – Yuchi

      Texas – Commanche

      Utah – Ute

      Vermont – Pequot

      Virginia – Santee

      Washington – Tilamook

      West Virginia – Catawba

      Wisconsin – Menominee

      Wyoming – Cheyenne

     

     

     



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