Fragments

It's all in pieces, like a smashed fine china saucer; I have no grand saga to relate, no complete 56 piece bone china dinner set.   Anecdotes, disconnected adventures, accidents and mishaps, brief stays, narrow escapes, journeys to somewhere and to nowhere, wanderings without purpose, and impasses.

I wanted to tell a story, one with a beginning, middle and an end,  a story long enough to fill up pages of  a hardcover novel, but I just don't have it, don't even have the sound and fury signifying nothing.

Clever limericks, bon mots, repartees, one liners, nothing but fragments.