Oh boy. Can hardly wait. He will say something like, "I wouldn't want one of those stuck up my butt."
Went down to the cafe-bar last night. The Night Cafe. Small town tavernas are unusual places. Very unusual.
I think I might go down for breakfast coffee, to my booth in the far-est (not forest) corner of the back dining room, and visit Pat the waitress, and write some notes to friends.
I always feel good, like caught up and ethical, when I've returned everybody's letters. Well, half of them.
They're expecting the traffic to double here very shortly. They're going to ruin this place, I mean really ruin it, and they don't know it, and we can't stop em. It's a disaster that far outweighs the simple number of people involved. It will, imho, affect the entirety of Western Civilization.
It will snuff out one of the last Wholes. What took 130 years to build, and vanished most places 40 years ago, and may never exist again.
Homogeneity, they could call things amplifying. I am glad I was here, but I think I will leave when it becomes too sad.
Meantime, let's dig on it extra.
I'll even put up with gutting chickens talk. |
