My Uncle the Drunken Balloon Man

My uncle is a drunken balloon man.  Helps people into balloon baskets and into the sky and finds them again when they have fallen crumpled into a field.  This isn’t a parable; he does not feel connected to history; he drives a red pickup truck, almost new; and I suspect he sometimes pulls over just to watch the balloon-free sky – our new world and its old wind and rain that rinses us when the weather is all wrong for a balloon ride

Ellen Quigley is the editor at large of Forget.

Published On: July 21, 2007
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Volume 4, Issue 08
July 21, 2007

we flipped over the steering wheel and through the windshield and down the side of the mountain
by Ellen Quigley

my uncle
the drunken balloon

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