Don’t eat much junk food anymore, because of the salt and the chemicals. When I did, I favored Cheetos, usually the crunchy ones. I could eat a bag all by myself. Usually took them one at a time until I reached the bottom of the bag. Holding the bag in my right hand, I would pick a likely candidate, one with size and shape, and put it in my mouth. To remove the fingers orangey glow that filled my prints, I’d wipe my thumb and first finger on my jeans leg, leaving a sunlike blotch. When I reached the bottom where the little pieces settled, I’d just pick up the bag and pour the remaining remnants into my mouth. To honor Morrie, the inventor or creator of one of life’s pleasure, play Battle of the Cheetos.
Bra Lost
Usually in the winter, you see a lone glove that someone has dropped unintentionally. It falls out of a pocket or never makes it into one. Bummer, eh! Here, on the side of North Street, just up from Burlington College, at 2:00 pm on Saturday afternoon, lies a black, slightly-padded bra.
Smiley
He says his parents were hippies who wanted him to have a positive disposition, so they named him Smiley.
Matt Lives
Battling the big C can take work. Have to deal with the fragility of life and the unknowns of genetics. Then they cut out the cancer, insert poison to kill what’s left, and expect you to just move along.
Parade of the P(a)ls
Some people like parades. Some people don’t. The same thing could be said of circuses. I favor circuses over parades. Under the big top, the clowns clearly identify themselves.
jahavahriel and Martin
So, they don’t have to look dirty or wierd to be on the street. They can have designer jean, be color coordinated, and branded totes. Open shoes. No jewelry. No tracks. A little thin, eh. Henna in her hair. Combed. Workers hat. Sign needs a little work. But, not all that bad for almost 10:00am on a Saturday morning in Burlington.
Austin and Raoul
Not sure who they really are. Maybe they feel the same way about me. Or, about themselves.
Just some guys in the park. Some anger. Some humor. Just like all the rest of us.
Bad Graffiti In Colchester
Just very upsetting. You take a nice ride to a beautiful spot and some asshole has written stupid stuff on the message board. Bad enough that we have to deal with the annoying and invasive Eurasian Milfoil, but that someone felt compelled to diss the cops at this location has to give you pause. Probably some libertarian who didn’t have a fishing license. But when virulent wall writing makes it to a little boat drop in Colchester, something be truly amiss,
Paul in Andy’s Space
No harm here, except that it blocks the door to somebody’s upstairs business. Not sitting on the street or obstructing shoppers and eaters. Their presence must still annoy the Czars of the Church St. Market Place, but they cannot have everything. No way to reserve these spaces, but some people return to the same spots so much that the place becomes identified with them.
Scott and Larry
We went for a birthday walk. Started at the Lone Sailor. Don’t remember Sharon taking my picture at the guy. I really love living here, especially since Sharon likes being here. I just want to keep being relevant, while doing things my legal life and my contempt conviction prevented me from pursuing.