29 August 2009. All gray, fall. Back to home base: an old car--venerable--moored on the edge of 7-eleven lot. Lee K. in the distance, hood up, decals attached, bending forward over borrowed Safeway cart, picking rapidly through cans and bottles. In one a hand: a white plastic bag. Streetlight stancheon, sans gull, white globe against the sky.
Smile of lifeguard girl, bundled up behind the glass, open book held in both hands--the name Franz in bold, with wide pale surname just behind.
Messages and meanings. They arrive in trust, with an element of hope. Sometimes sad--and we hope again.
Chanan...
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