This is Sven McGruder.
It's a hot day in the Emerald Isle in Ireland.
Sven is sitting in front of a window on a train.
It's a hot day so he's wiping sweat off his neck.
He's heading into the hills and glades to get cool.
Sven is a salesman taking the train because it's too hot to walk.
He's wearing a white shirt and tie with suspenders...you know the kind that button on the inside of your pants.
He's holding a paper not to read. He has his whiskey hidden in it and he doesn't want to share.
He sells farm utilities and machines.
Someone just asked him a question and he's screwing up his face trying to come up with his answer.
"Well my laddie....." he starts.
Sven is married to a wife. She is shrewish and harpy and only berates him.
That's why Sven is a TRAVELLING salesman.
The person just asked him that question.
"Your wife was murdered last night. Where were you last night? (Oh and can I have a nip of that whiskey?)"
Sven answers "Not quite my lad." Sven has to make up his story. His alibi. Come up with something.
But in his head he is saying
"free at last...free at last...Thank God almighty...I'm free at last."
As told by Owyhee Memory Care Residents: Jon, Bill and Sue in Aspen.
Told on November 5, 2016