Tuesday, August 10, 2004 Girl
Trixie Belden, the crimesolving girl detective who was never, ever as famous as Nancy Drew lived somewhere in New England. She was really plucky, as I recall. She had a brother who was often referred to as her "Irish twin," because in the olden days, children's authors were always looking for cute ways to work ethnic stereotypes into stories. They wanted to weave them in subtly, though. No one likes a book that's all message.
Trixie's family was poor, probably because they behaved Irishly. They lived next door to some big old mansion, and one day a rich girl moved in. Did she ask to have the Beldens' shack removed from her sight, like a normal person would? No, she did not! This was because she had a heart of gold.
Pretty soon she and Trixie and some other poor people they hung around with were in the thick of some dumb-ass mystery. This happened constantly, but they were too poor to move to a less mysterious town. Well, the rich girl wasn't, but she enjoyed slumming.
My neighbor once brought over boxes and boxes of these stories, and their ghosts haunt me still. I feel like I need to have a more proactive relationship with crime. People keep urging me to call the police and tell them all I know regarding the Brown Center shooting. Unfortunately, I do not have any clues.
Trixie Belden would have stayed on the scene and noticed something like a ragged, earth-toned scrap of fabric that had somehow become lodged on one of the bullets, so that when she called the police, like the Irishing little narc she she was, they would have believed her story. As for me, all I have is the knowledge that shots were fired and a theory that this was the work of vandals. Sometimes I am so Irish I could throw up. posted by Frenz | 8/10/2004 09:56:00 AM
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