One Reason Why I Live Where I Live: Wandering Poets
I had to walk over and pick up a couple of books I'd put on hold at the library. On my way back, I turned and said hello to an older man with a cane as I hurried around him.
He remarked on my pace and then asked if he could say something to me. I stopped and doubled back, and he quoted me a poem -- a pretty good one he said he'd written -- about not being in too much of a rush, savoring life, stuff like that.
California has a whole lot of stupid going on, but moments like this in my part of California make me love living here even more.
Jerry Brown just called to get my thoughts on taxing wandering poets. I suggested that he call it the Troubling Troubadour Tax.
I R A Darth Aggie at March 30, 2013 9:41 AM
Amy Alkon
http://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2013/03/30/why_i_live_wher.html#comment-3661833">comment from I R A Darth AggieThat would be very California politics. They'd tax dryer lint and birdsongs if they could.
Amy Alkon
at March 30, 2013 9:53 AM
Well the first two times I read the post title I missed the o and read it as "Wandering Pets". I thought Amy had had a stroke, aneurysm or other TBI.
Jim P. at March 30, 2013 10:59 AM
I'd never met a genuine idiot-savant, that I knew of, until one day on the rec trail outside Sebastopol. His name was Malcolm and he could neither read nor write. He considered that to be a gift from the angels, not a handicap. Malcolm could invent the most wonderful devotional poetry but he could not write it down; it simply bubbled out of his head. I hope someone somewhere has tried to capture his words.
jefe at March 30, 2013 7:29 PM
In my old home town, I fed an otherwise wild Blue Heron from my hand as my Dad watched.
Yeah, pavement everywhere is precious.
Radwaste at April 1, 2013 3:12 AM
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