Wednesday, June 22, 2005

A ROUSSEAU MOON I was down by the river chalking "1728" on underpasses, mostly, tho' I couldn't resist a church or two. Thus I had the great good fortune of seeing, and being moomed by, the first full moon of summer rising after sunset. Call her the the Rose Moon, or the Strawberry Moon; She's a beauty. Makes me want to call all the women I have ever loved on the telephone: an old, heavy, black, Bell telephone with a dial, like the one at Grandma's house. But one of those women is asleep ten feet away from me. If I had any sense I climb into bed beside her and get on the line with Fred.  If you don't know who Fred are, you haven't been reading this blog. I'll have to write a sermon on the Fred, but not right now. 11:58:43 PM    comment []

WALKING THE CHALK: I take the liberty of quoting Chew Toys latest post verbatim: The Walk I was out walking the pooch on an almost cool night for this time of year.  The old neighborhood was still as we strolled down the street, stately old houses all around us.  Not many cars, a slight wind blowing through the trees, very peaceful.  Everybody seemed pretty much in for the night, my kind of walk, slow, cool, alone.  The pooch was doing his thing, marking every shrub he could find saying, in dog speak, "This is mine".  Then I saw them, down by the overpass.  They moved quickly from one place to another.  They were wearing dark clothing so as to blend in to their surroundings.  One of them saw us.  Shhhh", he said, "We're on a mission from God".  I nodded okay and we moved along. I immediately saw that they were armed .......... they had chalk.   "1728"  was written on the street. Four more, damn. 9:57:21 PM    comment []