Yes, I agree with you.This story is something interesting but the message is something confusing.
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Originally posted by Braling II: Is it "Somewhere a Band is Playing" perhaps?
Braling II! Hope you are keeping well oiled and convincing as ever!
This story is not "Somewhere a Band is Playing."
Here is a final line clue: "My brother didn't hit me, I didn't hit my brother, carefully, secretly, until just before noon when we got out to water the flowers by the side of the road."
Originally posted by Linnl: Here is a final line clue: "My brother didn't hit me, I didn't hit my brother, carefully, secretly, until just before noon when we got out to water the flowers by the side of the road."
I read this recently! But I disremember the title.
"Live Forever!"
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The title of this story seems to have flown the coop!
I seem to remember Bradbury saying all his books or stories are autobiographical, this one seems especially so. Wonderful writing.
Incidentally, this story is known by two different titles, one more so than the other. So you can either go to court over it, or leave your keys at the desk, check out, and hit the road Jack.
Now I remember when and where I read it! It was to Ray a few months ago. I was visiting, and he asked me to read the table of contents of a book. I did, and he asked for me to read The Inspired Chicken Motel for him. I did read.
It was also one of my favourites - eggcellent!
"Live Forever!"
Posts: 6909 | Location: 11 South Saint James Street, Green Town, Illinois | Registered: 02 October 2002
& Right! Also known as The Inspired Chicken Bungalow Court.
The message on the egg: Rest In Peace. Prosperity Is Near. I'm aware that people in the 30s and 40s used the word prosperity in a more inclusive fashion than nowadays, although I'm not sure one necessarily gets that from this story. And having seen many a family passing through, the lady who runs the motel seems to be some silent facilitator/sage or augur. The sensitivity the narrator gains for the father is lovely.