January 20th, 2006

Mark!

Falling Prices

"Look out!" Jer didn't know the young lady in question. Didn't even really pick out her form from the rest of the crowd, maybe a little too skinny for conventional beauty standards, not exactly Kate Moss toothpick skinny, but... well, suffice to say, all he saw was a fellow human being and a teetering billboard on the fourth story of the building directly above her. Then, with little more than half a block separating them, the teetering billboard became a descending billboard, so Jer rocketed forward and half-pulled half-scared her out of the way.

She was bewildered for a moment, and then she turned and saw the large sign. It was obvious even to the untrained eye that one of the holding straps had been improperly fastened, putting undue stress on the other strap, which snapped like a stoolie under a hot lamp. So she said, "thanks."

Jer apologized and helped her to her feet. She told him that her name was Kelly. They turned the sign over together and read it.

BREAKFAST ALL DAY
Two Eggs Any Style
Three Strips Of Bacon
Two Sausages
Home Fries & Toast

Only $3.99


"That is a mighty fine deal for an all-day breakfast," Kelly said, a slight Southern Tennessee accent on her lips.

Jer nodded. "Y'know, it's the funniest thing, I wasn't hungry when I left for the store ten minutes ago..."

Seventeen years and six months later, their son Allen would be the youngest person to ever cross the Atlantic in a kayak at only fifteen years old.