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| Dream A Little Dream ... |
05/26/02 - A few weeks ago my Cow Town was invaded. Oh, there were plenty of Cow Townee’s there, but lots of outsiders as well. We were having a festival. At one point I was somewhat validated as a regular at the Pub. For some reason people kept asking me bathroom questions ... where is it? do you need a key? My Guy thought maybe we could do an under the table business charging for this information. I was close to losing it though when I experienced something very irritating. These non-regulars actually had the audacity (My Guy’s favorite word) to knock on the door while I was using this sought after location. Knocking on the door? What’s that supposed to mean? Are you in there? Hurry up? Never ever have I had anyone knock on that door before. I couldn’t help but softly sing while exiting: Hey, You, get off of my cloud ... I’ve spent 16 years refusing to be part of this town and now, for some reason, I’m very protective of it. Speaking of favorite words, I am really delighted when I am around people who use favorite words of mine. Words like, cooth, audacity, astute, pretentious ... Especially when those people are not writers like myself. I wonder where they picked them up. Were our educations similar, did we like the same films, read the same books (the answer to the book question is no.)? Anyway, another curious thing happened at the Pub that weekend. It was very crowded, the whole weekend. At times there was barely standing room. And, at one point, I found myself crowded into the far corner of the Pub, near the rear door. The door happened to be blocked by cardboard boxes and miscellaneous objects that had been moved out of the way. I noticed a fellow even more crowded away than I, tucked into that corner somehow. He was writing something. Yes, that’s definitely going to get my attention, a fellow writer. I can’t say I had ever seen him before, though he had a familiar air about him. I wanted to ask him what he was writing. The timing was wrong though. I didn’t get a chance. I’ve seen him since, dancing at the Pub and even staring at me from the far side of the bar. I still haven’t had a chance to speak to him. I asked Lady D about him, but she didn’t seem to know who I was talking about. That’s very strange, she makes a point of knowing everyone who comes into her Pub. Very curious, very curious indeed ... |