Tue, 11 Jul 2006 05:00:00
Dr. A mildly chastised me the other day for writing a post entitled Plano 9 From Outer Space without mentioning one of our favorite neighbors Jan the Electrician. Jan and his charming wife Victoria live across the street from us in the smallest house on the block. It works for them: they’re both quite petite.
Jan is originally from Poland and once lived in what is now my house back in the days it was more or less a flophouse for drunken Polish sailors. Victoria has lived in New Orleans for most of her life but retains a strong Mexican accent or more accurately a variation thereof. English is their common language which has led their accents to sort of blur and merge. I call it Pole-Mex.
You’re probably asking yourself: what is he on about now? What the hell does this have to do with Plano Texas? Here’s what: It turned out that when we were in exile post-K Jan and Victoria were staying about 15 minutes from my cousin’s place in that very Texas burg. When we finally met again Jan told me: “We’ve been in Plan-o.”
I said: “Play-no?”
Jan fired back: “No Plan-o.”
I nearly launched into “Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off” but Jan has always been kind to me so it seemed inappropriate to torture him with an off-key rendition of that Gershwin classic. I was however tempted by the fruit of another pun. Oops that was written by Difford and Tilbrook not George and Ira Gershwin. Oh well let’s call the whole thing off…