NEW ORLEANS GYPSY

After wandering about there for a little he started to return, but was met near the outer gate by Sorais train of chariots, which were galloping furiously along the great northern road.

Misinterpreting the look, she smiled to him.  Next morning, in
spite of the protests of her hosts, Darya Alexandrovna prepared
for her homeward journey.  Levins Coachman, in his by no means
new coat and shabby hat, with his ill-matched horses and his
coach with the patched mud-guards, drove with gloomy
determination into the covered gravel approach.
 
Darya Alexandrovna disliked taking leave of Princess Varvara and
the gentlemen of the party.
 
Smoke rose only from the
opening in the roof of the main building, but its slender column showed
from what a very scanty fire it ascended.
 
The purpose which this was to serve was readily discovered, for in front
of the open door of the dwelling, that seemed far too large and on
account of the pillars at the entrance, which supported a triangular
pediment--also too stately for its sole occupant, sat an old woman,
plucking three ducks.
 
 So much has
come upon me at once.

I'm A Groom's Man!

6.7.8 and for three days we're going to grill the meat, splash the water, pet the gator, jump the broom, break the glass, pin the tail, eat the cake, toast the kids, and so forth.  I can't wait.  I'm going to seat guests and make sure the groom's got the ring and just basically grin a whole hell of a lot.  They were in my yard for their first date - when I lived in the trailer.  Thanksgiving.  Burning what we did not want.  What a long way we've all come.

you make my blog look fabulous

She read Suttree out loud while I fired up the grill and he rocked in the chair.  Well, wait, that's not entirely true.  She did read Suttree out loud but I wasn't doing anything that had anything to do with the grill.  But what was I doing?  Oh, I was plating food.  Or something like that.  However you slice it I was busy while listening to her read Suttree out loud.  Now I remember, I was shuffling cards.  And he was laughing and rocking away, in just one of the many chairs on my porch that would convince even you to chill out and sit a spell. 

So there we were - a rocker, a reader, and me.  And now?  We've all gone our separate ways, surely, carrying traces of the comfort this friendship fuels our ships with.  Thanks god and others present, thanks the Cass Corridor Food Co-Op, the Paradigm Theatre, Maurice Greenia, and you. 

XOX
Boo

promise/evolved

there will be enough hot water.  I will have some place to escape to, or the means to escape.  The animals are safe.  That the straight and narrow really isn't what it's cracked up to be.  That the curvy and wide is a much more interesting route.  That the dog won't eat the jalepenos off the jalepeno bush.  Bells will ring and rain will fling down upon the world until the world stops.  It's a magical night.  It is a magical night.

It's only people who haven't lived here that think "the Katrina story" is all that compelling.  We know that the more arresting tale is "the now", which yes, spreads from that site of gigantic proportions, but goes back even further, and reaches forward even further.  It's a complicated thing, explaining this.  What we've learned here is code, a language that is our own, like the Basque, and we'll fight for it, and we'll drink wine.  But please don't look at us with those dumb sad eyes.  How about a crown instead?  Or at least my computer out of the Computer Shoppe, harddrive intact, and some salmon on the grill.