The whole question about the car came up because I was trying to explain to Pa Wetzel what I’d heard about his car. I didn’t guess that article would actually appear in print.
While he avidly uses the web and occasionally answers his email, Pa Wetzel hasn’t made the complete leap to the net as a source of information. But he’s getting there.
He also retrieved my paper note about Rosemary. There was a plant, originally started at the old homestead, many years ago. In fact, that Rosemary bush was shunned by Ma Wetzel because she claimed that every dog in the neighborhood peed on it.
Might be true. But the story goes, a clipping from that plant made it into my late aunt’s greenhouse, and from there, it propagated everywhere. Plus, some of that original rosemary was the source of the big bush at Wetzel Manor these days, out of reach of any canine marking its territory.
Now, I’ve been bugging Pa Wetzel for years, literally, to get a decent spring of that “family” rosemary started for me. Ready to go into Shady Acres. He finally responded, and I was stuck with all the suits on the Monday morning shuttle to Austin with three small pots of rosemary planets.
“I can lay these things down for the X-ray?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Potted plants. Rosemary, can’t smell it?”
“Oh, okay. Well, better take your boots off then.”
