HERE ARE THEIR RESPONSES:
HENRIETTA HUPHUP: Up in the morn. Check my pocket! Check on the time! Eat some oatmeal. March to classroom. Check my pocket! Check on the time! PB and jam. Chips on the side. Teach Tap and Waltz. My kind of art. Mash a turnip. Roast a turkey. Watch The Good Wife. Check my pocket! Check on the time! Nitey-night time.
KLEIN HIME: (contacted by cell phone in Samoa) You have to understand that Pocket Time is compressed time. Empty the pocket and whoosh! A minute becomes an hour, an hour becomes a day. More challenging is funneling time into a thimble. You must visit my home in Athol, where you move backward and forward in time depending on whether you are walking East or West. If you happen to be in the kitchen on the East end of the house you can go back in time to the library at the West end of the house. Time is relative. Have you ever noticed how time slows when you are bored?
MR. WHOOEY: Well, of course I love to speak of time because references to time rarely include scary or violent words. One can arrive “on the dot,” or “a few minutes late,” “right on time,” but then this conversation makes me think of “a point in time,” point being sharp, and “devil of a time,” devil the very essence of violence, but then there’s “have a good time,” a delightful phrase, but then there’s “hit the road,” Hit, hit, hit. So very unpleasant. I don’t think I can speak about time anymore. Pocket is a good word. Time in a pocket. Maybe that’s a good idea. Pocket your time away.
GRAMMY #211: We in Athol welcome more interviews initiated by Shafali!