Archive for January, 2015

Janinda Hill, cont.

“Skeet, I’m having a hard time forgetting something you said the other day.”

“What’s that?”

“Remember when I asked how Janinda Hill got it’s name, you thought a bit and said that Jack Hill used to live right there on the sharp curve?”


“Jesse? Jesse Hill?”

“Yep, did you know his boy Roger? Kinda screwed up in the head?”

“um….I don’t think so….I knew Gary and Bernie Hill….Roger Hill, huh?”

“Yep. Some mornings he’d wake up a boy, other mornings he’d wake up a girl. Dressed that way too.”

“I guess somebody named Janinda lived over that way at one time.”


Verbatim from coffee shop

“I hear there was an accident on Janinda Hill a couple nights ago.”

“Yeah, nobody hurt much. A rollover with entrapment, but no injuries.”

“Why is is called Janinda Hill, anybody know?”

“I don’t.”

“Nope, no idea.”

“Me neither.”

“Hey Skeet, hold up a sec. You live over that way. Any idea why they call it Janinda Hill?”

“Uh….let’s see. Jack Hill used to live over there, right on the sharp curve.”

“What was his wife’s name, do you remember?”

“Nope, no idea. We’ll be seein’ ya.”

“Ok Skeets, see ya later.”

“I guess probably somebody named Janinda lived over there at one time.”



A message from reality.