Adam Reger | Freelance Writer

Pittsburgh-based fiction writer

Everyone Has a Song in Their Heart (Another Facebook Note Rescued from Facebook)

Apropos of nothing, except cleaning out my e-mail inbox and coming across a message I wrote myself after reading this in some book on pro wrestling:

[Bret “The Hitman” Hart, speaking to his dead brother Owen at Owen’s funeral]

“. . . Everyone has a song in their heart. Our family’s has always been professional wrestling. The hardest aspect of it was always the never-ending loneliness. In reflection of that, both you and I understood from the very start that we were singing a very sad song. But neither of us, even at this dark hour, are ashamed at having sung that song.”

(This is part three in a series rescuing items I posted long ago as Facebook “Notes,” a feature that time seems to have left behind. Previous items here and here.)

New Favorite Paragraph (a Facebook Note, Rescued from Facebook)

From You Can’t Win by Jack Black. (No, not that Jack Black.) If you’re interested in hobo hygiene, read on. If you like liberal use of quotation marks, friend, read on:

“The ‘Johnson family’ became so numerous that a ‘convention’ must be held. In any well-ordered convention all persons of suspicious or doubtful intentions are thrown out at the start. When a bums’ ‘convention’ is to be held, the jungle is first cleared of all outsiders such as ‘gay cats,’ ‘dingbats,’ ‘whangs,’ ‘bindle stiffs,’ ‘jungle buzzards,’ and ‘scissors bills.’ Conventions are not so popular in these droughty days. Formerly kegs of beer were rolled into the jungle and the ‘punks,’ young bums, were sent for ‘mickies,’ bottles of alcohol. ‘Mulligans’ of chicken or beef were put to cooking on big fires. There was a general boiling up of clothes and there was shaving and sometimes haircutting.”

(This is part two in a series of items posted in the little-loved “Note” feature within Facebook, now rescued for posterity and, hopefully, a larger audience.)