Priscilla's Neckless

  I’m not a particularly handsome man so when she fell for me I was more than surprised. Priscilla was beautiful, a honey blonde with green almond shaped eyes, with a slight tilt. Her cheek bones were perfectly sculpted. She was beautiful and I should have fallen in love with her forever, except for one thing.

  Priscilla had no neck. I don’t mean that she had a short neck. She had no neck. Her chin was constantly chapped from rubbing on her chest. Her ear lobes touched her shoulders. When she turned her head she had to look up at a forty five degree angle. I never knew whether she had a collar bone.

  Now, I am a tolerant man and possibly I could have overlooked this imperfection in, for example, a bald woman, or one of large proportions, but I could not bear this flaw in my otherwise perfect goddess. My eyes and thoughts kept returning to that one imperfection, as they would to a mustache on the Mona Lisa or a plaid jock strap on the David.

  It all came to a head on her birthday when I thoughtlessly purchased a cameo suspended from a rather short gold chain. It is difficult to describe the painful conclusion to that evening. She looked up at me, something she shouldn’t have been able to do, and told me to leave. I turned once to see her strange silhouette running down the empty street.

  I didn’t see her for five years; five years during which great strides were made in vertebrae transplants. Her chance at normalcy came when a donor, a former center for the Boston Celtics, died in a crash. We tried to rekindle that old feeling, even tried to neck, but it just wasn’t the same.

  The evening came when she again told me to go, then bent down to kiss the top of my head.

The Lipham Store

  She owns and runs the Lipham clothing store in downtown Talapoosa, Georgia. The store takes up three store fronts of former businesses. A Red Goose Shoes sign, common when I was a child, caught my eye. We went in and experienced that near forgotten smell of leather, cloth, and oiled floors.
 She owns and runs the Lipham clothing store in downtown Talapoosa, Georgia. Her grandfather started the store in 1895. Her father first brought her to the store as an infant, in a box. At age two, she had the job of bringing string to her Dad in those days before paper or plastic bags. She is now 86.
  The prices are surprisingly low, but many of her older suppliers are out of business or headed that way, due to overseas competition and super store dominance. Her store has two qualities that can't be matched in any superstore or mall; vast experience and personal service. She knows, for instance, that a farmer's overalls have to be larger in the waist and shorter in the legs than his regular pants. She will check to see if she can find odd sizes and call the customer to let them know the outcome. She knows the families. She knows history.
  If you get down that way, do yourself a favor and go to Talapoosa, and buy a shirt or two from a vanishing piece of American history.