his name was mr. gateau. mr. cake.
he was married to a creole of evangeline parish and they had a son.
did i mention, mr. gateau was from birth, absolutely blind.
and when their son came of age, like boys will do, he joined the army. they saw him off at the old train station.
oh how he worked, for months he did nothing but work on the clock for the great train station.
one day a letter came.
and their son came home.
they buried him where the gateau family had been buried for a hundred and seven years.
mr. cake went back to work on his clock.  laboring to finish.
it was a morning to remember.  papa said there were people everywhere.
even teddy roosevelt had come.
mr cake was never seen again. some say he died of a broken heart. some say he went to sea.
i told him they had invited me to new york to audition for the school of american ballet.
one of the "corps".  another dancing gypsy.
i'm with you, aren't i? i'll try anything.