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March 31, 2007
Who Are You, Patrick E. Naugle?
Imagine my surprise and delight when, taking the dog out for a pee just now, I found a mysterious package sitting on top of the mailbox. The return address read: Patrick E. Naugle of Elgin, IL. Not knowing a Patrick E. Naugle, I assumed that the package contained unsolicited marketing materials. But the size and heft of the package suggested otherwise. There was too much substance to be the product of a blind solicitation. I opened the flap, peered inside and found . . . the complete third season of Six Feet Under.
While I have not yet watched the DVDs to make certain that they work, I have looked inside the package for some explanatory note and can confirm that all five disks are accounted for. There is no mark or message contained therein. Perhaps it is coated with a fine powdered toxin that aims to end my days? So far at least, the thing has not exploded.
What's more, it is only 11:00am, a full two hours before the mail usually comes. I feel as if I have stepped into a parallel plane of existence today, recieving gifts from unknown persons, recieving early mail. Robbi left at 4:00 this morning to accompany her dad on a pottery-selling junket in DC, and I am trying to get some freelance writing done. The mystery of Patrick E. Naugle and the unexplained gift jars me a bit. I'm having trouble concentrating. Perhaps I should just give up and watch Six Feet Under.
Alas, the problem is this, while I have seen and very much enjoyed Season One of Six Feet Under, I have not yet contrived to get my hands on Season Two. So while the gift of Naugle is incredibly exciting, its realization will have to wait until some other unknown benefactor sees fit to provide me with the preceding narrative content.
The real travesty would be if I did know Patrick E. Naugle and have simply forgotten him. Perhaps he is one of the students I once interviewed during my years as an admission officer at Williams? Perhaps he is one of the children whose fingers were not amputated as a result of my important two weeks of work for door hinge safety device manufacturer Fingersafe, USA?
Perhaps Patrick E. Naugle is a pseudonym for the governing deity of everything, trying to send me a cosmic message in mundane trappings? I'll have to watch Season Three carefully.
I love you, Patrick E. Naugle.
Posted by bogenamp at March 31, 2007 10:59 AM