Simon Sez move to Yuma
I saw my childhood friend, Simon, the other night. He's still living in South Dakota, so it'd been years since we talked.
Well, to be technical, he didn't talk this time either, since the rubber band that runs his lower jaw has dried up and broken apart. He mostly just smiled into the computer camera as my Mom held him on her lap.
Mom and I recently began playing show and tell while chatting online on Skype. She kicked it off in style with the first night's chat starring my Simon Sez puppet. He had still been all folded up in his bright-red suitcase under my bed.
It was great to see him again. It had been so long since we staged our last comic performances in the farmhouse kitchen.
Simon was one of my favorite Christmas gifts. Maybe he needs to move to Yuma.
Anyone have a rubber band?