{"id":15539,"date":"2003-08-04T09:20:29","date_gmt":"2003-08-04T13:20:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=15539"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:07:47","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:07:47","slug":"head-examining-on-the-high-sierra-by-robin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=15539","title":{"rendered":"Head Examining on the High Sierra! (by Robin)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>The aftermath of Tirza.<\/p>\n

Rating:\u00a0 T\u00a0 (2,570 words)<\/p>\n

Author’s Note:<\/strong> \u00a0The REALLY Losts are satires of the series written with much affection, eye rolling,\u00a0\u00a0and winks. \u00a0And can be somewhat risque’.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Head Examining on the High Sierra!<\/strong>
\nA REALLY Lost Episode<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben sighed as he wiped the sweat off of Joe’s adorable brow, the tears off his cheek, and the tapioca pudding off his chin. His distraught son set on the settee setting and sighing about his broken heart. \u201cI really really really really really really loved her, Pa!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, remember what Adam\u2019s grandfather, Captain Stoddard, said when my first wife, Elizabeth died?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s lip trembled and he said \u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain Stoddard said don\u2019t carry her in your kidney, but keep a little part of her in your\u2026in your\u2026. pancreas\u2026 no, that\u2018s not quite right. Let me try that again.\u201d Ben hesitated. He was struggling to remember that catchy phrase he used each time one of his son\u2019s had a sweetheart who bit the dust. \u201cDon\u2019t carry her on your shoulder but remember her in your memoirs?\u201c<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMemoirs?\u201d Joe asked. \u201cIs that a French word for breast?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, that\u2019s not it.\u201d Ben scratched his head. \u201cI think the word you want is white meat.\u201d He was worn out from this last bout with a son\u2019s failed romance and confusing female anatomy with fried chicken parts. He was not as young as he used to be.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

First the drought, then those cattle came down with Texas fever, and then that hoochie mama Lady Bea made a grab for Adam. There was a flash flood and Hoss dated the gambling woman and the blonde gal with consumption. After a bad winter, a never-ending batch of old friends with doomed daughters, gold digging daughters and manipulative daughters who played one brother against the other came for visits. They left after breaking his sons\u2019 hearts and with all the good monogrammed bath towels. That was a real pain in the patootie when you took a bath on a cold night in that copper tub.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Just when Ben Cartwright thought things couldn\u2019t get any better, Hoss had two teeth knocked out in a fight, Adam got a sinus infection and Joe fell for a wacko gypsy, Tirza.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh Pa!” Joe sighed. “Oh Pa!! She\u2018s gone!”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh Joe!” Ben sighed in turn. He pretended to be truly sympathetic that the romance between Tirza and Joe was over. “I wish there was something I could do to help you, son.”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The door swung open and Adam strode in.<\/p>\n

“I did my best, Pa,” Adam said as he put the rifle back in the massive (like himself) rifle case. “It was cold and windy up on that roof, and my sinuses were pounding but I know Little Joe needed me.”<\/p>\n

“Thanks, Adam!” Ben said appreciatively. “You are a fine son and a mighty fine shot! The sharpshooter on the grassy knoll in couldn\u2018t have done better.”<\/p>\n

“I was on the rifle team at Back East U, Pa,” Adam modestly bragged. “And I would do anything for my baby brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh Pa! Oh Adam!” Joe sighed from the settee. Tears rolled down his cheeks. “Oh Pa!! Oh Adam! She is gone!”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s depressed, Pa,\u201d Adam whispered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben nodded. \u201cI sent Hoss to fetch the doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSad, isn\u2019t it?\u201d Adam feigned sympathy for Joe. Pa had told him to go along with the charade. If they couldn\u2019t snap Joe out of his depression, they would have to work double-hard to get the hay in before hay season was over. Adam was not thrilled with this prospect as hay aggravated his migraines. He was the only Cartwright in twelve generations who had never been seduced in the hay stack for that very reason. \u201cIt is very sad!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSad, but not as sad as having an insane gypsy marry your brother and come to live here on the Ponderosa!\u201d Ben reminded Adam. \u201cThanks to your crack aim, we won\u2019t have to deal with that.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOr have our Little Joe become a gypsy prince and ride off with Tirza!\u201d Adam added.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou sit with Joe, son. I have ledgers to work!\u201d Ben grinned and rushed across the room to his desk. He always claimed to be doing the ledgers but that was just an excuse for him to attend to other personal tasks.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The front door swung open and Hoss Cartwright strode in trailed by a small man with a neatly trimmed beard. Hoss was carrying the visitor\u2019s Louis Vuitton trunk in one hand.<\/p>\n

“Hey Pa! Doc Sigmund Freud jest got off the Virginia City stage from Vienna. He’s ready to examine Little Joe’s head!” Hoss rushed into the house.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d Ben said preoccupied with the wording of the personal ad he was planning to run in the Enterprise. \u201cSilver haired cattle baron, single dad, enjoys walks by the lake\u2026 romantic walks by the lake. BEHOLD! Feast thine eyes on this silver haired cattle baron\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cDoc Martin said he might help all of us!\u201d Adam reminded his father.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBe with you in a minute!\u201d Ben hollered as he shoved his rough draft of the ad in his desk drawer.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh Hoss, Oh Pa! Oh Adam!\u201d Joe sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cGive it a rest, Little Joe. We got company from Vienna!\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n

\u201cOK!\u201d Joe smiled. He hoped it was a pretty Viennese girl who could make him forget Tirza before she left or died or whatever.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I love your settee!” said Sigmund, admiring the d\u00e9cor of the log ranch house. He pulled out his note book and made note of getting a settee for his psychotherapist office in Vienna. It would be a wonderful thing for his patients to lie down and tell him their problems. He could sit just out of their eye\u2019s view and none of them would see him stifling giggles at some of the stupid things they said. Just last week Mrs. Einstein was griping about her waltz partner and how he waxed his moustache and that her husband was always busy working. He couldn\u2019t help but laugh at her whining and the woman got insulted and stomped out of his office. He decided he would have the settee covered in leather instead of the sissy fabric these cowboys used. \u201cThank you for having me, Mr. Cartwright.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for coming all this way, Doctor Freud,\u201d Ben Cartwright said, warmly shaking hands with the visitor. \u201cLittle Joe, stand up and let the doctor set on the settee.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe\u2019s mother, Marie, selected this settee for us to set on before she died,\u201d Adam explained as he shoved Little Joe to his feet.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShake hands with the doctor, Little Joe,\u201d Hoss urged.<\/p>\n

Joe shook hands with the visitor and pulled Freud\u2019s hanky from his breast pocket and blew his nose with it.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow unsettling!\u201d Doctor Freud remarked, then he shook hands with morose Little Joe and then with each of his brothers and finally with Ben Cartwright.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd sad!\u201d Hoss said, taking the hanky from Joe. He blew his own nose in it and handed it back to Adam. Adam blew his nose and handed the handkerchief to the doctor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Freud grimaced and wondered what he should do with the used handkerchief.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Now, tell me about your mothers!” Freud demanded of each of the boys. He put the hanky under the settee cushion.<\/p>\n

“My Mama! She’s dead,” sighed Little Joe. A tear trickled down his cheek.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“My Mama! She’s dead,” sighed Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“My Mama! She’s dead,” sighed Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Hmmmmmm… all of them dead” said Doc Freud.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd we all want to marry women just like our mothers!\u201d the three said in unison.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I am getting older and older and have no grandchildren!\u201d Ben sighed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“This might be an entire chapter in my new book \u2018Head Examining on the High Sierra\u2019!” Freud said. He reached under the settee cushion and handed Ben Cartwright the used hanky.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe plopped his tiny adorable tushie back down on the red satin striped settee next to where Adam was sitting. Simultaneously, each brother stretched out his legs and put his booted feet on the coffee table.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Thunk, thunk.<\/p>\n

\u201cJOSEPH! Take your feet off the furniture!\u201d Ben roared. \u201cNOW!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir!\u201c Joe immediately swung his feet on to the pine floor.<\/p>\n

Thud.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam snickered and remained in his original position, feet on table. Then he started to pick his teeth with the tip of his Swiss Army knife. He winked at Hoss who winked back. Hoss picked his teeth with the fire place poker. Adam was his role model for good manners.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Vell, Little Joe, how did you feel about your father not reprimanding your older brother for the same behavior you engaged in?” Sigmund asked the youngest Cartwright.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Huh?” Joe said. He didn’t quite follow what the bearded doctor asked. He had been day dreaming about rolling down a hill with Tirza the gypsy and how much whoopie fun they had on the moonlit rock of LOVE.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Don’t be afraid, Joseph. Speak up vhat effer is on your mind. Anyting,” Freud urged.<\/p>\n

“Anything?\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cAnything,\u201d Doctor Freud encouraged. \u201cJust express what you were thinking about.”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Well,” Joe winked and grinned and shivered like an excited puppy. “I was thinking about this gal I was once engaged to for about 37 hours and how her petticoats looked as they flew over her head. She never wore undies and neither do I!” Joe leaned back on the settee and put his feet on the coffee table again. \u201cShe wore an orange skirt that was the same color as the formica in the Brady Bunch\u2019s kitchen, Doc.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHop Sing used to date Alice, their cook,\u201d Hoss explained. \u201cThat\u2019s how come we know about their formica color palette.\u201d<\/p>\n

“JOSEPH!” Ben roared. “Take your feet off the furniture!”<\/p>\n

Joe was startled and fell over onto the floor with a crash.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss and Adam laughed hysterically. \u201cHAR HAR HAR!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“You ok?” Hoss said as he picked Joe up by the back of his collar and plopped him back on the settee.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Set back here on the settee!” Adam said, putting his feet back on the table.<\/p>\n

Hoss put his feet next to Adam\u2018s.<\/p>\n

“Ok.\u201d Joe started to put his feet on the table but put them back down when his father glared at him. \u201cDoc! What did Adam mean when he told me to get a butterfly net when Hoss was seeing little green men?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Boy, Joe! You sure are a funny guy!” Hoss said quickly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam chuckled. He lifted his feet in the air, caught the full bowl of apples with the toe of his boot and flipped it to Hoss. Then Adam leaned back in his seat and put his feet on the coffee table with a loud thud.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The five men sat eyeing each other for the next fifteen minutes as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Freud sat back in the blue velvet chair, waiting for his patients to say something.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben was beginning to feel very annoyed with this entire thing. Joe started thinking about Tirza and Connie McKee and Marilyn Monroe. He wondered who would win in mud wrestling.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam mentally tried to figure the square root of 10,347, the number of acres of land on the Ponderosa. Then he mentally translated Macbeth into pig Latin. He was very self-amusing, a skill he learned as a child on the road west.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss nibbled an apple and pictured himself floating like a marshmallow in a steaming cup of Ovaltine as big as Lake Tahoe. \u201cHop Sing! Kin we have some Ovaltine?\u201d he called.<\/p>\n

Hop Sing quickly prepared some Ovaltine and served it to the five men.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Vell, vell. That was lovely.” Sigmund Freud put down his empty cup on the little end table near the bronze rearing horse statue that Ben had purchased at TarJay. He sat back and lit his cigar. As a good Freudian psychotherapist, he always let his silences allow the patients to fill the dead air with their inner thoughts. “And what do you think about all this?”<\/p>\n

“About this?” Ben lit his pipe and blew a smoke ring. \u201cWhat about this should I think?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Never to be out done, Freud blew two smoke rings and looked at Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben blew a puff of smoke that pierced Siggy’s smoke ring.<\/p>\n

“Hmmmmm, very phallic!” said Doctor Freud in his most Freudian manner.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Is it?” Ben glared at the doctor. “I think this is all fancy mumbo jumbo!”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Do you? Is this a competition, Mr., Cartwright? What do you think? Do you really thing this is mumbo jumbo?”<\/p>\n

Ben put his hand on his holstered gun growled, scaring Sigmund into heart palpitations. “I do. And what are you going to do about it!”<\/p>\n

Siggy swallowed his cigar, then downed another cup of Ovaltine. \u201cAha!\u201d<\/p>\n

“Well, sometimes a cigar is jest a cigar!” Hoss proposed with a grin as smoke came out of Sigmund Freud\u2018s ears.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Hmmmm! That is a vonderful saying, Hoss!” Doctor Freud pulled out a leather bound notebook and wrote down the statement. \u201cMind if I use it?”<\/p>\n

“Feel free! Want some more Ovaltine?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I’d be delighted!” The doctor accepted the cup of steaming hot Ovaltine.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s still hot,” Hop Sing offered. He poured another round of refreshments for the therapist, and the Cartwrights. Then he went back to the kitchen. It was almost time for \u201cOprah\u201d to begin and Hop Sing loved to watch that show while he made supper.<\/p>\n

“And tell me about your childhoods. Did you have any transitional objects?”<\/p>\n

“Transitional objects?” Joe asked, dunking his Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chip Cookie into the Ovaltine. To keep his tongue limber, Joe licked the drops of Ovaltine from the softened cookie and sucked it dry.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Security objects are items, usually soft and easily held or carried, that offer a young child comfort. They also are referred to as transitional objects, substitute objects, cuddlies, soothers, “loveys,” and security blankets,\u201d said Sigmund.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Sorta like that lady\u2019s garter that Pa keeps under his pillow?” Adam winked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben glared at him. “That is not a garter; that is the cinch for Buck’s old saddle that I keep meaning to have repaired.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIs it?\u201d Freud asked in a Freudian way.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Sure, Pa, whatever you say.” Adam nudged Joe who nudged Hoss who almost spilled his Ovaltine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe insisted it was his mother\u2019s garter. \u201cThat garter was my dead mama\u2019s!\u201d he told Doctor Freud.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt isn\u2019t,\u201d Ben shook his head.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThen whose is it?\u201d questioned his youngest son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNot your mother\u2019s,\u201d Adam pointed out.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, the garter has \u201cMA\u201d embroidered on it!\u201d Joe pointed out. \u201cIt must have belonged to my Ma!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben gently pointed out that the embroidery was the initials M. A. which stood for Magnificent Adah.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWas she my Ma?\u201d Little Joe asked hopefully.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben shook his head. \u201cNo, Little Joe. She wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWas she Adam\u2018s?\u201d Joe asked hopefully. He loved his oldest brother and hoped that if he couldn\u2019t have a glamorous mom, at least Adam could.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam shook his head. \u201cNo, Little Joe. She wasn\u2019t my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand now! She was Hoss\u2019 Ma!\u201d Joe said. Maybe Hoss had a glamorous mom.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo she weren\u2019t.\u201d Hoss shook his head.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cEnough about this!\u201d Ben sputtered. \u201cWe were discussing transitional objects.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Freud repeated, “Did you have any transitional objects?”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Just our historically incorrect Teddy Bears. Adam’s was black velvet. He took it with him to Back East U. Mine, was soft and fuzzy and bought from my Grandfather Lingstrom’s store IKEA. And Joe had one made of green corduroy.”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Freud sighed. This family was going to take at least 14 years of therapy\u2026one hour at a time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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Summary:\u00a0\u00a0The aftermath of Tirza.<\/p>\n

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