[Vision2020] Fonk's Goes Under

Thu Jan 12 09:48:12 PST 2006

Actually Carl, under the National Antiquities and Rubber Knife Preservation 
Act of 1914 your actions in that case were deemed a Capital Crime punishable 
by flagellation with wet noodles administered by Angelina Jolie.  But I am 
sure you knew that prior to your confession.  You clever devil you. . .

Phil Nisbet

>From: "Carl Westberg" <carlwestberg846 at hotmail.com>
>To: vision2020 at moscow.com
>Subject: RE: [Vision2020] Fonk's Goes Under
>Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 09:15:32 -0800
>
>Fonk's is the store where I pulled off the one and only act of crime in my 
>life.  When I was about 10 years old, I was perusing the toy section, when 
>I suddenly decided I really, really needed a rubber knife.  So I stuck it 
>in my pocket and walked out, uncaught.  Jennifer, I trust the statute of 
>limitations allows me to confess without fear of legal retribution.         
>                                                                            
>                                                                            
>                                                                            
>                                  Carl Westberg Jr.
>
>
>>From: "Jennifer McFarland" <jmcfarland at latah.id.us>
>>To: "'Vision2020 Moscow'" <vision2020 at moscow.com>
>>Subject: [Vision2020] Fonk's Goes Under Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 08:50:49 
>>-0800
>>
>>  Visionaries:
>>Dan's mention of Fonk's reminded me of a poem my father wrote, so I asked
>>him for a copy of it to post here.  What follows is his response to me 
>>along
>>with the poem.  I included his response because it mentioned where it had
>>been published.  I hope you all enjoy the poem as much as I always have.
>>
>>--Jennifer
>>
>>
>>PIO Jennifer L. McFarland
>>Latah County Sheriff's Office
>>Public Information Officer
>>PO Box 8068
>>Moscow, Idaho 83843
>>(208) 882-2216
>>Fax (208) 883-2281
>>
>>Truth is the summit of being; justice is the application of it to affairs.
>>***Ralph Waldo Emerson
>>
>>
>>-----Original Message-----
>>From: Ron McFarlnd [mailto:ronmcf at uidaho.edu]
>>Sent: Thursday, January 12, 2006 08:45
>>To: 'Jennifer McFarland'
>>Subject: RE:
>>
>>Wow--talk about a blast form the past! I'll have to dig this one up, all 
>>the
>>way to "Eight Idaho Poets" (1979)--huh, first appeared in a very good
>>literary magazine, "Quarterly West," back in 1978. Ahhh, the good ol' 
>>days!
>>Amazing, too, how poorly the binding on 8IP is--the cover just comes right
>>off!
>>
>>Okay--did it--I think it's all right--just altered one word (next-to-last
>>line of penultimate stanza, changed "were" to "formed." I guess I could 
>>have
>>made other alterations, but I thought it should stand pretty much in its
>>original form. Of course some of it IS "made up" (like the new manager
>>stuff), but most of it is accurate--as I recall, at any rate. It was
>>interesting to go back to this one--not a bad poem, I'd say.
>>
>>Thanks for asking!
>>
>>Papa
>>
>>"Fonk's Goes Under"
>>
>>
>>When the last dime store went under
>>prices dived for days. Shoppers
>>strange to the manager seeped
>>in, then poured until
>>he propped the doors open,
>>fore and aft, and still they streamed
>>in from the parking lot,
>>in from the street,
>>in from shopping centers outside town.
>>
>>At first the counters held,
>>Duvella's luncheonette to port,
>>men's sportshirts starboard,
>>hardware, toys and tropical fish
>>for ballast.
>>But then the galley cooled.
>>Duvella told the reporter
>>about those young couples and the war,
>>the mirror with Guadalcanal dead
>>reflected when she turned
>>from certain faces to her grill.
>>
>>Without Duvella the store listed badly,
>>took on too much empty
>>space. Slowly the salesgirls
>>abandoned their posts
>>slipping away after five not to return,
>>replaced by the stern manager,
>>facing hardening to his martyrdom.
>>
>>At last prices floundered and the store
>>filled with the smell of dust
>>and cold popcorn.
>>Plastic firetrucks with missing wheels,
>>tin boats without motors,
>>unmatched socks and empty hangers,
>>these formed the flotsam on a slick
>>of memories and outdated profits.
>>
>>At Main Street's edge
>>oldtimers gather reminiscing of oiled floors,
>>propeller fans, Duvella, the old man whose son
>>tried hard but didn't have it,
>>the new manager, what was his name?
>>went down with the last dime store.
>>
>>	Ron McFarland
>>
>>
>>-----Original Message-----
>>From: Jennifer McFarland [mailto:jmcfarland at latah.id.us]
>>Sent: Thursday, January 12, 2006 7:55 AM
>>To: 'Ron McFarlnd'
>>Subject:
>>
>>Dad,
>>Could you email me a copy of the poem "Fonk's Goes Under"?  It has become 
>>a
>>topic of discussion on Vision2020 and I thought it would be a neat thing 
>>to
>>post (with due credit).
>>--Jen
>>
>>PIO Jennifer L. McFarland
>>Latah County Sheriff's Office
>>Public Information Officer
>>PO Box 8068
>>Moscow, Idaho 83843
>>(208) 882-2216
>>Fax (208) 883-2281
>>
>>Truth is the summit of being; justice is the application of it to affairs.
>>***Ralph Waldo Emerson
>>
>>
>>
>>
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