a brief character sketch by Bob Fisher
In a year that none can hope to pinpoint, two lonesome strangers made ramblers by the civil war had an episode of coitus and conceived a young girl. Nine long months later, the young girl was deposited on the doorstep of an orphanage along with the placenta. There the girl lived her through her school years as disobedient to the mentoring of her guardians. Obstinate, this was the nick name the nurses gave her, and that moniker followed her for the rest of her days. This didn't bother her much in the beginning, and it troubled her less once she learned the meaning of the word. Instead, she owned the designation with pride. To her mind, her adopted name was fair warning to any within her circles of influence that her own will was inevitable in all circumstance.
On the day of her sixteenth birthday, the weather, knowing she was miserable and desirous of escaping the orphanage, took pity on her in the manner of a twister that touched down on the center of the picnic table blowing out the candles on her cake as well as lifting her limbs lashing out akimbo off into a far foreign distance never to see the orphans and nurses ever again.
That tornado that swept her towards the heavens dumped her squarely into our locale which at the time was as close an approximation of earth bound perdition as there was. She was dropped here in a landscape of second hand caverns and arthritic lean-tos. The tale of it is that she landed square on the face of the tallest drunken in the vicinity knocking him onto his bank and perched on top his mouth like eagle in its nest.
They regained their conscious simultaneous, and after relishing their fortune at this improbable orgasmic initial acquaintance, they became fast friends, business partners, and eventual spouses. Their partnership was what in enabled our forebears to take a make believe town and transform it into a real place. Although any cartographer could vouch for our town's existence, none could so vouch for it's respectability.