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Jed
& I picked up Andrew from the airport. Just
in time, we met him at baggage claim. In typical Keyes fashion Andrew arrived
for a three-month Seattle stay with just a carry-on backpack, his luggage
left behind because he'd arrived too late at departure in Honolulu to check
it. Sea-Tac has a new short-term parking system where you feed your ticket
into a machine, it tells you how much, then you struggle to get it to accept
your bills (Sarah and I have had this experience more than once). We forgot
to prepay so instead of feeding the dropgate our receipt, we fed it the original
ticket; much to our surprise, it lifted, so keep that in mind next time you
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| I met Hal
just yesterday as I walked to the Sunday Market (where I bought 40 LPs--what
a geek). He recognized the soccer club shirt Sarah had brought me from Brazil,
wherefrom at he too just back learning Portuguese ten weeks. He was wiring
his garage for electricity and joined us for Welcome Back to Seattle, Andrew
lunch on Dad's deck. On the way back up the alley
he said, "After-dinner mint," and picked some fresh fennel. I had walked
past that spot literally a thousand times and never noticed it because herbs
are something you buy at the store. It was a little like the
flower
sutra--everything I needed to know was in that sprig of green. "A casual
perfection of rain and sun," as
Paul
Violi once put it. We stood on top of the tower he's building himself,
the roof of which is reused plywood forms from when he poured the concrete,
horseshoe and bamboo embedded in the walls.
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a day of reunions, returns from the islands. John Berry down from
Orcas for a week of work, we finished
the cold Carlo Rossi burgundy, started in on the white, listened to records,
laughed, and talked about the importance of
love,
Love,
LOVE. That's right, never utter a hateful
word. Control your mouth and your heart will follow. It's a simple idea,
maybe the only
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