A new crush
Lake Street, May 9 - The Two Week Crush clock starts back in motion
I stopped to talk to Bill Watkins at the Lake Street Garage. The bar was crowded, so I took a seat on the very end. The bartender, a tiny thing with a gentle but not timid voice, and who's just as sweet as pie, asked what I'd like, so I said (as one might predict) a Guinness. She poured that while pouring another, which I noticed was for Scotty, who was seated on the other end of the bar, right beside the tap. (Smart man.) Scotty had recently bought me a beer, so I thought I'd return the favor. The waitress set Scotty's down, then brought mine.
I said, "Can I get the beer you just gave Scotty?"
Taking it all at face value, she reached tentatively for the beer she'd just placed in front of me. She said, "Oh. Is something wrong with this one?"
Just lovely. My heart soars.
-cK
The prodigal son returns
Apologies, all, on the vanishing act, but my head and heart were stolen one day. Or perhaps I simply left them at the bottom of a pint glass. Or maybe it was the day in February I paused in aisle 3 to read the label on a can of kidney beans? The dinner was good, but I was haunted by the sense that something was missing.
Maybe I've quoted this before, but I like it bunches, so will (again?). It is from Denis Johnson's JESUS'S SON:
>> All these weirdoes and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I had never known, not even for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us. <<
I adore that.
-cK
