Quidnunc
All American

About Quidnunc

Biography:

I was born a poor white boy in a holler in West Massillon. I walked to school in six feet of snow 365 days a year, in the blazing heat, uphill both ways in bare feet carrying my crippled brother and the family donkey on my back, along with my school books (though the donkey usually ate my homework). Time were hard in the hills in those days, but the neighborhood was tough: we didn't have guns to use in our fights, so we injected the bullets manually with our thumbs. When I died, I had my ashes spread over the visitor's side of the Massillon-McKinley game, but then I got better because nothing can keep a Massillonian down. That's nothing to sneeze at! Unless you're a McKinley fan who got a nosefull of quidnunc, in which case you probably sneezed quite a bit.

Location:

Out in the sticks

Interests:

Parenting, Learning, Wishful Thinking

Occupation:

peasant