Wellington Leg: To celebrate the Towne’s Third Anniversary dignitaries will gather on the South Lawn to discuss the future of this blog. A mere three years ago Wellington Leg was a crossroads between a corn field ( so valuable now) and a babbling brook once believed stocked with piranha. The rumor about the piranha have proven false as lead editor Wendell Wilkie remains standing in the stream with his pant leg rolled up, no worse for the wear. Three years, Wendell. Well done.
A Mighty Institution: We built the Piltdown Exchange to provide a marketplace of ideas where traders have moved beyond live hogs at auction to literary futures, largely spurred on by the irrational fear that the Forty Third Earl will write another novel. His monumental work VOLTAIRE’S MIASMA remains as ghastly as ever twelve hundred pages of remarkable nonsense about the Black Plague, whether Voltaire drove a Volvo, and a wicked witch who puts a hex on the American banking system by refusing to pay her mortgage.
Despite a war with the European Union and the Roman Invasion, Wellington Leg is a book lovers paradise offering an investment opportunity to anyone who yearns for wide open spaces. Yes, there is a Space Monster parked in the middle of towne but the gated community of Fumbling Oaks has never been safer. Sooner or later the Martians will tire of us, and move on! That’s what Martians do.
Our new Sister Cities Program holds much promise. Wellington Leg will swap your tax receipts for ours for thirty days! Berlin, Germany, we’re looking at you. Send us your hard currency.
Thank you, or Vielen Dank.
Tags: Piranha, Sister City