06 June 2011

Robinson Escapes to the Cape for Independence Day, by Kathleen Rooney (forthcoming in issue 19)

O little-known facts—how Robinson attracts them!

Pilgrims rocked ashore here, before Plymouth Rock.

The word scrimshaw is of unknown origin.

The stock name of the archaic two-lane main road? Route 6A. Really it’s Old King’s Highway.

Some facts are useless: the paper bag was invented in Dennis.

Some facts are not: Wellfleet’s town clock sings out ship’s time.

19th century Americans observed only three holidays. The Fourth of July was one.

O witty aperçus—how Robinson accrues them!

Good food is self-made, like a good millionaire.

Don’t just do something. Stand there.

It’s got to be the weekend somewhere.

Robinson is crisp & perspicuous. His wife stands next to him on the sand.

Democracy could be a lot more sexy if…this one fades in the rockets’ red glare.

Ann blushes, runs a hand through his hair.

Robinson looks up, concussed.

Fireworks percuss.

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