In retrospect, the idea of glass toilet paper,

In retrospect, the idea of glass toilet paper, while appealing in some respects, perhaps was not of his more thought-out inventions, nor had the sandpaper variety caught on as much

nor the bidet that shot acid, nor the time he came up with steel wool tampons, nor did people gravitate to the "ca-ca vacuum." James Dyson was totally in a funk.

He walked down the street to Jack's store. His uncle was waiting.

Jack's uncle was a tall, stocky guy that had somewhat feminine features. His choice in clothed was the mixture of preppy school boy and cowboy. He used to be auntie Kate until she

passed into Lucinda Barrough Yates, the eccentric madam of Cripple Creak. Jack like his uncle despite or perhaps because of his baroque personality and volatile gender.

Lucinda and Jack's Uncle sometimes seemed they might be the same person so that if we heard of the one we thought of the other. Either way, Cripple Creak needed their concerted eff

-ing money. So Lucinda and Jack asked their Uncles and Aunts for advances on their birthday checks, which they endorsed and sent immediately to Cripple Creak. When they finally

arrived, Lucinda and Jack set to work on hiring contractors to make every building in Cripple Creek handicap accessible. When the dust settled, there were ramps for as far as the

outermost town limits. Every building had ramps, elevators, handicap bathrooms and generous disabled parking. Cripple Creek, despite the distasteful name, became a haven for those

gimps wanting a swimming place not deep enough to drown them if they lost balance and fell in. The able-bodied who visited cursed as they constantly stepped into cane holes.