It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched,
courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the
sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea.
The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night
in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat
there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock,
the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows’ weeds.
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
From Mr. Clemens: “I like to call it Horse sense, on account of it’s nowhere near common enough!”
From Will Rogers: “We all know that Pro is the opposite of Con. So, what does that make the opposite of Progress?”
Idea for a buddy-cop movie/show: A young woman who’s a little too eager to get to (murder) sceens and is a great crimal profiler. An older man who is level-headed and seems to have all the right kinds of connections. They team up and solve murders and stuff.
Another buddy-cop movie/show: A young, energetic, and man too compasionate for his own good just out of training who prefers to use modern methods. An old man who couldn’t give a care even if his life depended on it a year from retiring with an impresive track record who prefers to use old school methods. They team up and do cop stuff.