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Today was
dreamy. Last day on the Cobb job,
we split up and drifted through various
rooms
on the second floor, sweeping for last
minute
bits and pieces--hinges, hooks, posters,
signs.
Last night I said to Sarah, All signs
seem to
point to Penasco--a place in Mexico
where a
friend has invited us to stay at his
house. It's
also known as Rocky Point. I'd like to go
there
for a warm salt water interlude. Anyway,
what
did I find in a dark closet but a boxful
of art
depicting... Rocky Point. A sign! We
loaded
the truck on University one last time and
bid
goodbye to the surly Democon guys. After
playing tetris with doors and cabinets on
the
semi trailer bound for Bellingham, I went
with
Joel to a decrepit Aurora Ave motel for
preview.
I often wonder what Seattle would look
like if
nature were allowed to run its course for
just
one year. This moldy mildewed mossy carpet
provided a glimpse of the answer and I
felt sick
and congested for hours after. Well, as
Molly
says, That which hurts me makes me
stranger...
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