Seamus

(A short unfinished dissertation on the life and times of Seamus O’ Baker O’ Callahan) by Frank The Maintenance Man

"A lone stallion galloped across the pale sky of a moonless night. The horse was strong, beautiful, and majestic; for if ever there was an image of Gods grace it lay inside the poetic movements of this finely tuned muscular machine. “CRASH,” lightning lit the scene with a sudden rushed flash that gave only a fleeting glimpse of what one saw, save one set. For upon, a mesa of considerable grandeur stood one lone man. Now be forewarned the description that is henceforth written has been known to kill grown men and make babes weep at its very mention. Without much further ado I present to you a man, yet not just a man. This is some strange concoction only fit for a madman too crazed to realize the simple truth of cause and effect. This “thing” was too much of a beast to be fit for the world of man yet too much of a man to be called a beast. He stood ten feet tall and could hurl boulders far beyond the reaches of the horizon. It has been said that the Lord himself reached his mighty hand to the earth and formed this “man” from the rocks, earth, and the life of nature that held the world in existence. In fact this man taught Thomas Jefferson to read and George Washington not to lie. I could speak myself insane with this man’s accomplishments, yet that wouldn’t even approach his true magnificence. The glory of this man lay upon his head. His locks…the color of the most intense ruby red to exist. They fell around his masculine frame like one illuminated Angel. That being exactly what he was; an Angel, an Angel of Doom, Love, Compassion, Creation, and Destruction. For he and he alone could conquer that poet of a beast that still rushed forth into the night sky…….

Regretfully cut short due to pressing ecumenical matters."

By, Franklin Wayne Gehres

Frank The Maintenence Man is the greatest; he really is