The Queen of Tangent City

Ah geez – I am the Tangent Queen. I’ve always been bad, or good, depending on how you’re looking at it, but now it’s gotten so each of the 27 or so tangents I can go off on from one story, sometimes not even my own, have their own batch of tangents, and so on and so on. Look at how I am in writing – and I edit myself! I wonder if the tangents keep sprouting, could they go all around the world and eventually meet up with each other? Tell me you’ve never thought of that.

Anyway, it’s a possible goal if I look upon my trips to Tangent City as a talent, rather than a curse. It’s so bad, or again, so good, depending on how you look at it, that one merely has to say “hi” and again, not even to me, and there I go. Tangent City. And I am its Queen.

And that brings up that other issue that I know has just occurred to you. Cities don’t normally have Queens, well not the royal kind and not counting the borough where I lived for 30 years. Cities have mayors. Except I don’t want to be the Tangent Mayor. And I also don’t want to be the Queen of Tangent Sovereignty, though I might consider Duchess of Tangent Duchy, but only if I had to give up my crown. But for now, I accept the crown and wear it proudly along with my cynic’s scepter.

BTW – In keeping with the blogs’ music theme, Pete Townsend can still write another opera, and Roger Daltry can still sing it (for you young’uns, that’s The Who – the remaining two Who), and if they make a movie of it, I would be pleased as punch to have Tina Turner play my character of The Tangent Queen. (I hope I don’t have to explain that Tina played The Acid Queen in the movie version of The Who’s rock opera Tommy.)

That surgery thing – it’s scheduled again. Wednesday. And yeah, I’m feeling a bit anxious.