Those avid read­ers of Men­tal Kudzu can­not help but recall with vivid clar­ity the pre­vi­ous incar­na­tion of Spencer Mont­gomery and his lovely wifel­ing, Miss Mar­garet and yes we do, miss Mar­garet, I mean. It seems Flan­na­gan Wilder has moved back into the trilin­gual area and func­tions in his post as cura­tor once again for the Spat­u­late Museum.[Viewers should relate the link to be con­tained here­with sooner than later. See “to spag­u­late is spat upon” which will exist in the Gallery soon enough]

Wilder’s inter­na­tional search for Fluxbox Incin­er­a­tors of the Depri­cat­ing Bivalve Vari­ety has yielded much to behold. The Spat­u­late Museum will re-​grand-​re-​open in early Sep­tem­ber. Those wish­ing to ini­ti­ate a pre­view of the Flux Gallery must, should, could and would be ill advised to con­tinue thus request­ing seat­ing and addi­tional tick­ets for the opening.

Cater­ing will be accom­plished by Cook, as usual. No one bakes like Cook. Mother is in New Cale­do­nia at the moment but will join the Gallery and present her lat­est trea­tise post-​consumerism in the Fall Grand Parade.

Let us recall a pre­vi­ous Flan­na­gan Moment, shall we?

Flan­na­gan Wilder is beside him­self and he can’t find another chair. Well, one of him will have to just stand dur­ing the Open­ing Ceremonies.

Spencer and Dar­ling Miss Mar­garet Mont­gomery sit on the daïs with Cook and Mother. Spencer is to deliver the fea­tured speaker’s fea­ture film pre­sen­ta­tion. (shh­h­hhh, don’t tell… Cook’s made Flannagan’s favorite — des­ic­cated oys­ters — for the reception)

“Frap me all over!” yells Emmett Fox. “I have to be heard! Out of the way! Excuse me, excuse me!” Mr. Fox pushes his way through the assem­bled crowd. “There’s a lit­tle mat­ter of RENT DUE!”

Dar­ling Miss Mar­garet whis­pers to Flan­na­gan, “All will be fine and dandy, dear brother. I’ve dis­cov­ered how to be fea­tured — The Spat­u­late Cen­ter will receive more vis­i­tors now. Some­one has begun flux­mu­seum and we shall be saved from finan­cial ruin and disgrace.”

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