text ;; i dreamed...
I think I've had a pretty strange afternoon.
I spent the morning at the library doing the research for the paper I mentioned last time I accidentally posted. It went exactly the way I expected. "Otherwise undistinguished". That's literally what the books say about this town. Our main export is chickens and we are 'otherwise undistinguished'.
All that aside, I went to mom for anything. I was getting desperate because I just can't take this town anymore. She sent me on what I thought was going to be a wild goose chase (seriously, Mom? Norma Lipnik?), but this is the part where I have to admit she was actually right.
Norma Lipnik is this woman that works at the Comfort Tree Hotel. When I knew her she was old and ridiculous with bright red lipstick and--- Anyway. She clearly got her act together and now manages the place. I dropped the name 'Henry Murkitt' that mom gave to me and she took me to Room Nineteen, the only room Murkitt ever stayed in.
Legend goes this town was named Murkitt until 1947 (that's news to me) when they changed it to Chickentown. Henry Murkitt's grandfather, Wallace Murkitt, had been the founder of the town (hence 'Murkitt'). Wallace Murkitt was travelling and his horse 'up and died in the middle of the night' and Wallace built this town (yeah that sounds about right for Chickentown).
In December of 1947, though, the town was renamed. Henry's wife, Diamanda, had left him and he lost his little claim to fame with Murkitt. He checked into the hotel, Room Nineteen, and never checked out again.
That place was kind of creepy to be inside. There were faint blotches on the wall that someone had clearly tried to paint over. Norma said that no matter how hard they tried they couldn't hide them. Then she gave me this. She said it was the only thing Murkitt had on him when he checked in. Something about waiting for his ship (what is that about? this is minnesota).
On the one hand this is pretty ludicrous, but as the truth it apparently is? It's probably the only thing of interest to come out of Chickentown.
.... Who dreams of ships in this town? Of all things...
I spent the morning at the library doing the research for the paper I mentioned last time I accidentally posted. It went exactly the way I expected. "Otherwise undistinguished". That's literally what the books say about this town. Our main export is chickens and we are 'otherwise undistinguished'.
All that aside, I went to mom for anything. I was getting desperate because I just can't take this town anymore. She sent me on what I thought was going to be a wild goose chase (seriously, Mom? Norma Lipnik?), but this is the part where I have to admit she was actually right.
Norma Lipnik is this woman that works at the Comfort Tree Hotel. When I knew her she was old and ridiculous with bright red lipstick and--- Anyway. She clearly got her act together and now manages the place. I dropped the name 'Henry Murkitt' that mom gave to me and she took me to Room Nineteen, the only room Murkitt ever stayed in.
Legend goes this town was named Murkitt until 1947 (that's news to me) when they changed it to Chickentown. Henry Murkitt's grandfather, Wallace Murkitt, had been the founder of the town (hence 'Murkitt'). Wallace Murkitt was travelling and his horse 'up and died in the middle of the night' and Wallace built this town (yeah that sounds about right for Chickentown).
In December of 1947, though, the town was renamed. Henry's wife, Diamanda, had left him and he lost his little claim to fame with Murkitt. He checked into the hotel, Room Nineteen, and never checked out again.
That place was kind of creepy to be inside. There were faint blotches on the wall that someone had clearly tried to paint over. Norma said that no matter how hard they tried they couldn't hide them. Then she gave me this. She said it was the only thing Murkitt had on him when he checked in. Something about waiting for his ship (what is that about? this is minnesota).
On the one hand this is pretty ludicrous, but as the truth it apparently is? It's probably the only thing of interest to come out of Chickentown.
.... Who dreams of ships in this town? Of all things...