I just read this post on Videogum about a twine ball competition, and immediately my brain went to Homer Price, who at some point in his youth helped construct the world’s largest ball of string, and whose stories made up a pretty significant part of my literary childhood. His best story revolved around the calamitous introduction of machinery to his Uncle Ulysses’ lunch counter, and, like a precursor to Twin Peaks, every time I read it I would actively crave doughnuts.
