O Is A Vowel

“Wild Ducks Flying Backward” is due today at the Chamblee Library. As much as PG admires enjoys  Tom Robbins, his output is not worth an overdue fine. Towards the end of the book, there are a series of questions. As a loyal reader, PG has a sense of entitlement , and license to borrow.
Why do you live where you do?
The house is paid for. Besides, Atlanta, with all her flaws, is a good place to use as a return address. The weather is reasonable. The Falcons had a winning season last year, so there is no need to worry about them going over .500 this year.
PG feels the same about Atlanta as he does about The United States. Both are very fine places, with very serious problems. The wolf criers have been making noise as long as PG could listen, and the bottom has not fallen out. The one difference is that no one is expected to “Love it or leave it” with regard to your zip code. And, if someone asked whether you would die for Atlanta, he would be rightfully laughed out of the house.
What is your favorite letter of the alphabet.
O. And this has nothing to do with the POTUS. O is a well shaped letter. It is a vowel, which means consonants are begging for its company. It is a circle, a wheel, a pie and a hockey puck. Three out of four isn’t bad.
O is the first letter of om, which is the combination of all sounds, and a humming good mantra. O is the twin brother of zero, the one great innovation of arabic numbers. When you spell the word Dog, O is the glue holding the quarreling consonants into canine cooperation. When you spell Dog backwards, you get the name of Mary’s babydaddy. THAT name gets said way too often, and PG tries not to hold that against O.
PG was too slack to write this continuance, until after he had returned the book to the library. He cannot remember any other questions.