Friday, October 2, 2009

A Tale of Two Burghs

Suppose we wrote a book together about a guy who couldn't seem to be able to sit still long enough to write a book. So he got together a bunch of his friends and they got their friends and they all met in a place that's not a coffee shop and not a bar. More of a tavern, really. It was dark like a tavern and there was a staircase and a balcony at the top of that staircase and the balcony wrapped around a vaulted ceiling, and around the centrally located fireplace's chimney, which was made of brick that was sloppily mortared in place. Mortared as if time was of the essence. But I digress.

The fireplace was open on both sides, with flues that ran on either side and up through the top. Tall backed benches surrounded the fireplace on the main tiled floor - tiled of a type of flagstone; not rough but with ragged edges that only fit together by more of that same sloppy mortar that clumped the bricks of the chimney together. The benches were not attached to the floor in fact, on occasion, when someone with a guitar would happen to play their tunes from the hearth of the fireplace, the benches would be picked up and moved into the shape of a crowd of benches around the fireplace.

He said to the group assembled there that evening as the sun had just set in the west and the sky still glowed that burnt golden brown color - I need your help my friends.

"I'm trying to write this book. I hope you will help me. I can say that at least the process will be interesting even if the result is not.. The book is a tale of two cities. Well, actually, no that's been told before by Dickens and we are no Dickens. It's more a tale of two towns - not so much towns as burghs, I suppose. Anyway -

Red Sooli and Arananchu are their names. The first one the pronunciation is without question. The second one is subject to some interpretation. I suppose it all depends on where you are from. I could be wrong about the spelling, actually. This is what the name sounds like. Could be Ara-Man-Chou or Arman-Shew or Ara-nan-chew or Ara-Nan-Show - hard to make it out when people say it.