He looked around and decided to do some weeding. Not that the garden needed it, but working in his garden always seemed to calm him down. Thirty-five ...years old, married to a stranger and trapped in a job he hated.A loud honk from above startled him. He looked up and watched as a wild goose floated in the air high above, turned lazy circles in the sky and cried out again before wheeling off into the distance. Donald knew the goose was mocking him, mocking his clipped wings.Janice called him in. Like the time I went to the garden shed with the latest copy of play boy magazine.I was going at it like hammer and tongs when I rested my arm on a shelf to try and get a better position for the vinegar strokes when crash...the brackets gave way down came the shelf,followed by tins of paint and all sorts of other crap I lost my balance,fell to the floor and landed in a puddle of red paint.You think that was bad?when i stood up i had paint everywhere and I mean everywhere.Clothes,hair and you. Gulf coast gulls. Connie was fascinated by gulls. When she was somewhat north of ten, she would ride her balloon tired beach bicycle from her home in Flour Bluff, near Waldron Field, behind the high school to Waldron Rd and the bus stop. The driver would help her load her bicycle on the front bumper bike rack, she passed her pass through the slot and responded to the regulars ... they all knew and liked the friendly girl.The bus took its normal route over the Causeway and south to Access Road 6. Show up on your doorstep nine months later... If, you know what I mean... "No longer will you be the carefree swinging dick, out on a lark, indiscriminately sowing those wild oats of your's! Now... now that you got your very own secret garden... so to speak, Jack... y'know, nestled down here in between these soon to be re-vamped and emasculated legs of your's... it's a fairly safe assumption on my part that you aren't going to want some horny-assed bastard messing around with you... cramming.