Once upon a time.........
there was a blissful little town on the western outer banks in tennessee called Hop0nPopinRowenaVille!! In this Blissful Little Town there lived a Blissful Little Grill. Wait. Not Grill. Girl. A Blissful Little Girl of 20 something named Sinnamon Sanderson. Now Sinnamon Sanderson had lived in this Blissful Little Town all her life (cuz they do that in tennessee you know) and knew the ins and outs and all the back alleys of the town like she knew the back of her foot. I mean hand. Anyway, one day Sinnamon was out shopping for a shovel when she took a wrong turn and ended up down a dark alley by the hardware store that she'd never been down before! Sinnamon was astonished!! She couldn't believe she'd lived in this town all of her 20 something years and never found this alley before!! WOW!! So Sinnamon went exploring!! She was poking along the walls, looking for anything peculiar (because as we all know, dark alleys next to hardware stores ALWAYS contain something peculiar) when she found a scarred and weather beaten door. Sinnamon was perplexed. Here was this quite obiviously peculiar door in a peculiar little alley that she'd never been in before!! So, as dictated by the Bon Jovi Law, Sinnamon opened the door!!
She was in what looked like a big, furry, incredibly oversized canning jar. It wasn't incredibly incredibly oversized though, so Sinnamon was able to pull herself out of the pickle jar and dropped down onto the floor. She pulled her handy dandy Derenger out of garter and got into that pose where you're looking for something to shot cuz you know there has to be something to shoot otherwise why would you have pulled your little garter belt gun out of your garter? (it was a .38 caliber derenger pistol with a short barrel, why would you put a gun with a long barrel in your garter? bought at a swamp meat.) ANYWAY, Sinnamon looked around for a few minutes and when she was convinced there were no scary ninja terriorists that were gonna jump out from beneath the pickle jar, she put her little gun away.
Sinnamon walked around the pickle jar, analyzing it's furryness when she came upon a big scary, tattoed dude, sleeping on a sound board. On second glance, the dude wasn't so scary. In fact, Sinnamon thought he wasn't half bad. So she poked him and said "Yo! Sleeping dude!! Wake up!!" The sleeping dude awoke with a start and said "Huh? Wha? Where? Who the heck are you?" Sinnamon grinned and said "I am Sinnamon Sanderson, explorer and 20 something teacher extrodanaire. Pleased to make your acquantince. And who might you be?" The dude wiped the befuddled look off his face and said "Sinnawha? Oh well. I'm Stephan Emerald, good old roadie and sound board man for the one and only Seventh Deli. If you came looking for them, they're off on another one of their excursions to the beer commune but if you want to wait, you're welcome to have a seat or something." Sinnamon thanked the Stephan-dude and sat down next to him and started asking questions about all the buttons and flashing lights and knobs on his sound board. Stephan was thrilled someone cared enough to ask him question so he answered every last one of them. Although, there weren't many because Sinnamon was a 20 something teacher extrodanaire and sound boards were a hobby of hers. Sinnamon found out alot about sound boards that day and completly lost track of time and never got that shovel. Sinnamon hung out with Stephan for weeks and weeks, since it was summer and she didn't really need that shovel like desperatly or anything.
A couple weeks later, the Seventh Deli finally returned from the beer commune. They pulled up in Melvin's Purple Prowler and bob jumped out and hollered at Stephan to help him carry in his latest purchases. And Stephan was no where to be seen. Bob found this quite perplexing and fearing the worse, ran pell mell through the scarred and weather beaten door screeching "STEPHAN?? STEPHAN!!!!" with the rest of the now quite worried ( because Stephan always, always answers the seventh deli's crys) Seventh Deli. They found Stephan, snoring, sprawled across his sound board, next to some chick. Bob knocked Stephan in the head and said "YO!! What's up with the chick? And you didn't get any of the mixing done? AH!!!! Now it won't be done by may! may. AH!!!" Stephan just giggled and went back to sleep. Bob let out an exasperated sigh and unloaded the prowler himself.
That next friday, Sinnamon finally left after taking many silly pictures (where did the camera oh well.) of the Seventh Deli. Then she bought her shovel. Her friends and co-workers thought the pictures were very silly but no one said anything about Stephan until one day the next october when Sinnamon brought the pictures to show her students. And a nice person she worked with said "Lookie kiddies!! It's Sinnamon Sanderson and her boyfriend the ex-con!" Now Sinnamon thought this was incredibly funny, but she didn't tell her kiddiestudentdudes that the nice co-worker was bluffing. So now at the school in HoponPopinRowenaVille, rumors are still flying about Sinnamon Sanderson ( explorer and 20 something teacher extrodanaire) and her weeks in the fuzzy pickle jar.
In Bob We Trust,
~Lids!~ 6/28/99
