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Sunday September 15, 2019 subscribe |
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| sometimes plans work and
today we made it happen but for all our planning there were still surprises. it started on tuesday when i happened to be home and sara long hello'd through the open window. we vowed to walk through the cemetery sunday and it came to pass. spattering rain forced a detour by the dahlias of volunteer park and then it more or less cleared up. sarah, sara, and i strolled among the headstones, hit all the big ones, then chanced upon shane briley's, too young, his extraordinary marker adorned by pawprints, a man after my own heart. sara long had a lot of questions about how i might want to be remembered but truth is i don't give it much thought--i've spent my adult life writing my epitaph and that should be enough. we spoke of reincarnation and nemeses, ambled down shady lanes, said our goodbyes then bumped into greg and nico, rerouted to kyle krauskopf's watercolors at food art collection. somewhere along the line, thomas texted to invite us to help eat a salmon he caught up north. even sarah, vegetarian for 30+ years, had a taste. we repaid his generosity by gifting him a fancy french flyswatter. vive la mort! |
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