… now where did I put my beet scrubber? I couldn’t have — Oh! Oh my! Hello there! You must be my readers! Oh, how very rude of me — please, come in, have a seat … oh dear, I’m so glad all of you could make it! Don’t be shy! Yes, that’s it — no need to rush, my friends. There are a few seats left near the fireplace … yes, right there — next to the gentleman in the top hat. Are we all settled? Yes? Very good! Well then, please let me introduce myself: my name is Miss Kleio van Wyck and this is my “weblog”: Miss Kleio’s History Kitties, a lovely little roadside museum dedicated to the most beautiful women and men I’ve encountered throughout my long life. And that’s not all. If you’ll indulge my vanity, I will gladly offer my humble perspective on some of the day’s most pressing issues, as well as present short fiction by my many friends and colleagues.
As for myself: well, there’s very little to say. I’m two-hundred-and-thirty-three years old. And I’m from Hoboken, New Jersey. Have any of you been there? No? Well, it’s quite … it’s quite — ah, yes! Would you care to see a picture of Miss Kleio in her youth? Yes? I see some of you nodding your heads. Very well then … let’s see if I can find my scrapbook. Now where did I – ah, here it is!
That’s me on the right, you see, in 1866, when I was a mere 90 years old. Those were sad days, friends, let me tell you! I had just reunited with my brother Ebenezer — that’s him on the left, you see — and — what’s that? Oh! You’re wondering why I’m wearing men’s clothing! Ha! Yes, well, I was Kletus then. I became Kleio in 1917 when my nephew Gordon warned me that I might be drafted. The Great War, you see. Surely you remember? It was hardly yesterday — ah well, you can imagine how silly I must have felt. Shortly after I bought my first women’s wardrobe and legally changed my name, I realized that my age might disqualify me from military service. Sure enough, after checking with the local recruiting office, I discovered that they weren’t looking for one-hundred-and-forty-one year olds anymore. But by that time, I found that I quite liked my new life and new identity, and so Kleio I remained.
Well now, I can see that you’re all growing restless. Before we adjourn for lunch, however, I’d be happy to address any questions or concerns? Do we have any questions … any at all? Ah, yes! There in the back – in the blue turtleneck, what’s you’re question? A picture, you say? With me? Oh no, impossible, I’m afraid. My doctor warns me that a camera flash may … damage my skin. I’m rather old, you understand. Any others? No? Well then, enjoy your tea and biscuits! We’ll reconvene in twenty minutes.