*POETRY WARNING* Another American Pie (much love to Mike Doughty)
Time stops in muffler shops. Reading Slanky while I wait ~Transatlantic~ From somewhere there was sweet perfume While Don sang me a maudlin tune Words and notes began to meld With the spark of heat striking Metal and I couldn't separate them, and it didn't matter... There we were all in one place - You, me, the music, the spark, the Slanky, The old man in the khaki pants chewing his calluses And the greasy, gaptoothed-grinning muffler repair man. * Cut to 20 years later, from IAD through LAX to the Other Washington, I find this poem in a 20-year-old journal thrown offhand into my travel-bag. The universe is cyclical. We are all... Further Reading: Slanky - M.Doughty Don't just read it; buy it. I guarantee at least one new perspective for you - Cookie Monster if nothing else. I was mentally reciting Outlying Seattle as I rode the LINK to SeaTac. My favorite is the one about butter-churning, though. Also, I want to say the title of the ...