The Border Between our World and Yours

Confederacy Constables manning the border. The bicyclist will be passed through without a problem. They can hear the flapping of playing cards against the spokes. That is enough proof of Dunce citizenship.

This is the busiest border crossing between the Confederacy of Dunces and the Other World. On one side of the pole is the world inhabited by many of you kind readers. On this side is our world of Dunces - all bewildered, perhaps befuddled and completely original one of a kinds.

People pass this point daily. Some are leaving and some are coming. Many of our young Dunces leave the Confederacy looking for the fame and fortune the Other World promises. Along the way they pass others coming to us. They are poor souls suffering from stress, sensory overload, incessant migraines, hypertension and odd personality quirks. They are people the Other World used and tossed like putrid diapers. Some out there refer to them as square pegs trying to pass through round holes.

You don't need a passport or visa to cross into the Confederacy. All we ask for is evidence of your Dunceship - some proof of your bewilderment - perhaps your Prozac prescription or nervous twitches or your cap with the spinner on top.

So, for those leaving we bid you Goodbye and good luck convincing people in the Other World that you aren’t a raving lunatic. And to those coming, welcome to a place where life is lived slowly and table manners are atrocious.