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| Costco, 11/20/13 |
Time marches on . . .
11/17, Sunday. Must
be the full moon; all night I dreamed of Quanah Parker.
11/18, Monday. Koan
for the week: The wise don’t strive to arrive.
11/19, Tuesday. There’s
something satisfying about pushing a big cart through the aisles at Costco and
filling it up while wondering at what other people are buying—like that huge,
mouth-watering pecan pie I saw going by in another cart.
11/20, Wednesday. Everybody
needs coffee once a month with an old college friend who rides a bright red
Vespa, votes Socialist, and can explain the difference between high-, broad-,
and low-church Episcopalians.
11/21, Thursday. The
vagaries of Coachella Valley weather: we dress warm for an overcast morning
walk with the dog, and 20 minutes from home the sun comes out, hot as ever.
11/22, Friday. In
the margins of old maps, you can sometimes find a fierce face with wild hair
and cheeks puffed out, blowing gusts of wind over land and sea—he’s out there
today.
11/23, Saturday. The stormy weekend, with wind and spitting rain, is a replay of 50 years ago as the chapel bell tolled under a leaden sky at the university in Valparaiso, Indiana, and the TV was an endless recitation of assassination.
Image credit: Ron
Scheer
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They sell pecan pies at costco? Wow.
ReplyDeletePlease do not mention pecan pie. I'd die of sugar overdose but what a way to go!
ReplyDeleteWe invoked the Costco pecan pie at out house this week as well, as Julia will require one or Thanksgiving will likely be a bloodbath.
ReplyDeleteRon, this is fine prose with a poetic touch. Vespa scooters used to be popular here in the 70s and 80s along with the Italian-make Lambretta, or Lamby.
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