“You ever think about Frankenstein? Like really think about it? All the things it could be a metaphor for?”
They’d just gotten out of another late night emergency meeting of the school board. Merger Day was looming, so all the meetings were emergencies these days. There had been a unanimous decisions amongst the paper’s reporters that beer was a must before filing their stories.
That was five hours ago.
“Not normally while drinking to excess at a bar, no.” Quipped his companion, the last of the group still at the bar.
“Frankenstein had to deal with crappy parts. Bodies of criminals and the insane. It wasn’t his fault that the creature turned in a fell monster. Maybe the school board merger’s the same way. Maybe it’s not their fault if it’s a monster.”
“Look man, I’m half tanked, and I know that’s not the whole deal. Frankenstein wasn’t the monster of the story. The monster was good ole’ Doc Franky and his refusal to show even the slightest bit of compassion to the creature he brought into this world.”
He scooped up the empty pitcher from the table.
“And that little nugget means I’m sober enough for another round, thankyouverymuch.”
The utter disaster that was the referendum on the merger of the Shelby County and Memphis City School Systems didn’t so much actually accomplish anything. Well, that’s no fair. It accomplished a time in the future that the two will merge. A deadline that I am completely sure will be ignored until a month before, when we’ll all go through this collective insanity over again.