oooohh....aesop- elliot, you must be tickled pink...by the way, who the fuck are those kooky euro rappers...they're hilarious!!!
well, I find myself on the verge of heading out west again, dear friends and cohorts....tommorrow I depart from Union Station in Kansas City (the site of the famous mafioso Valentines Day Massacre and KC's finest landmark in my opinion- see Robert Altman's "Kansas City" with some fine Jennifer Jason Leigh scenes in the vast lobby) for the lovely state of California...I am riding Amtrak (if it still exists by the time I get there tomorrow nite) for three days to Santa Cruz and the Bay Area on the most circuitous desert route via LA....the Southwest Chief they call it....there I will cavort with the likes of Sir Wrighteous Cronin Esquire, the Honorable Baldwin Lovejoy, and the lovely and inimitable Ms. Rachel Anderson....who knows, fellatians, I might even run into Claire Mccabe....I am having lots of fun having no responsibility and a fair amount of cash to wander and loaf...we shall see how long it lasts...I was originally intending to do some world travel, but I am now inclined to settle back in fair portlandia after a bit of an extended vacation...refreshed indeed... that "portland mystique" ralph nader spoke of (remember jesse?) is so alluring... I do miss the douglas firs...a bit regretful to leave my darling neice and nephew and badaass sibling (he is now driving the most pimped out black on black on black 1969 Lincoln Continental and converting his front yard into an organic vegetable garden- whatta guy)...but altogether finding life splendid and looking forward to seeing ya'll....
and could anyone else give a tinker's damn about some ditz ditching her would be groom and calling it an abduction...this is news?...give me a fucking break...
today I had lunch with my grandma at The Bay Leaf in Higginsville MO, where she lives at the John Knox Village Retirement Home...I ordered an iceberg salad with hillbilly sauce (ranch dressing according to Tim) while good ole Marjory had some chicken fried steak and said it was too soggy...I almost ordered butterscotch cake, but grandma said she had whipped up some smashing strawberry jello pie, and i just couldn't resist...so we indulged while granny expounded on the good fortunes that landed her such a marvelous view of the wal mart over yonder....right across from the mcdonalds which was thriving this morning with early morning farme...she reported this as if it were a bucolic pastoral scene...she always says things like "I reckon" and when she goes to a particular store she "trades" there...what a sweetheart...too bad vernon isn't around anymore....he once tried to kill himself with his belt after suffering a nervous breakdown while driving a bus in 1976, I found out today...and my great-great grandfather apparently was a piece of shit...great...however, my great great grandmother lottie apparently was a "lump of sugar"...super...
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