Dedicated to two crazy old guys hanging in the monastery kitchen centuries ago.
"It is never too late to be what you might have been." -George Eliot
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, on the Streets
Our story begins at the corner of Higgins and Main, where I am stalking the elusive 1957 Ford Fairlane 500. There it goes now. The moon flirts with a street lamp.
A couple pushes a sofa up the sidewalk. Their dog is riding the sofa.
The Fairlane and a 1951 Chevrolet alternate through the intersection.
I'm so glad I found Missoula, before I died. All my life I had been out of step, out of tune, not quite fitting in, missing something and homesick for a place I had never been. I may still be a little out of tune, but I am having great fun, and I've never been happier.
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