Pensacola 32502: The Future Adventures of Edith Clarice

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Pensacola 32502 is the zip code for the county seat and the Pensacola City Hall. The title of most of the short stories I write about characters in this area will begin with this. This story is the first of many highlighting the adventures of Edith Clarice Bonifay, high school graduate and budding English Literature major at Pensacola State College.

Mount Waxahatchee is a long way from Pensacola.  We don’t make the trip very often but the grandkids were coming to visit and I was in search of the “Perfect Watermelon.” The most likely source was a produce dealer near the harbor, so, being thus equipped with a good excuse, I ventured south.  On the way, I happened to pass by the local Barnes and Noble and stopped in to order a book by Robert Louis Stevenson.

I could have ordered it on line and have it shipped to my home free of charge because I have a membership discount card, but I thought I’d save B&N some money.

Couldn’t find anything in the store by Robert Louis Stevenson, so I went to the help desk.  A young woman with a nametag that said “Edith Clarice” was in an animated conversation with an older woman about college.  Edith Clarice graduated from high school this year and is bound for the Pensacola State College.  She was excited about her future.

Still, she turned her attention to me as soon as I stepped up to the help desk.  “Maaay I hep yew?

“I’m looking for a book by Robert Louis Stevenson, ‘The Wrecker,” I’d like to order it.”

“What was that name again?”  She was typing search criteria into the computer.

“Robert Louis Stevenson.”

“I can’t find anything by Robert Livingston.”




Her face puckers in a frown.  “Let’s finish with Livingston, first.  When I search for “The Recker” I see a lot of books with “reckless” in them but none by Livingston.”

“Try Treasure Island.”

Exasperated, “Please, let’s finish with “The Recker.”

“That’s okay.  Let’s move on.  Have you ever heard of the movie ‘Treasure Island.’?”

“What’s it about?”

“Pirates in the Caribbean.”

“Is that the Johnny Depp movie?”

“No.  Disney made a movie of it 50 or 60 years ago.  You guys have it on DVD.”

“Hmmmm, I don’t see it here.  Did you want to order it?”

“No.  Do you see the book?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Who is the author?”

“Robert Louis Stevenson.? I’ve heard that name.  What else has he written?”

“The Wrecker, with a double-u in front of the ‘are.’”

“I’m sorry, you’re confusing me.  What are you looking for?”

“A book by Robert Louis Stevenson.  Can you do a search on his name and see what comes up?

“I see a few novels and books…”  She trails off.

“Do you see the Wrecker?”

“No.”  She shakes her head emphatically.

“Do you have any books by Stevenson in stock here in this store?”

“It doesn’t look like it.  Is he a new writer?”

“Oh, he’s new to some, not to others.”

“Uh huh.Anything else?”

“No, thanks.  Whatcha gonna study in college?”

“English Literature.  I think it is so fantastic and there is so much of it out there.  So much that I’ve never read or heard of.”

“Well,” I turned to leave but I wanted to leave on a positive note, “congratulations on your choice of majors.  I think you’re in for a grand adventure.”

“Ooooh, thaink yew.”  She tilted her head to the side, clasped her hands in prayer style before her and smiled a pretty smile.

I drove home and ordered the book from Barnes and Noble online.

The watermelons were great

Submitted: January 05, 2015

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