Well, for my three of clubs, the cornice of the Hotel Utah is about 10 tall stories up, facing Temple Square in Salt Lake City. Inside the Square, along with the Mormon Tabernacle and the Temple and some....stuff, like some pollarded rows of camperdown elms with huge elephant-eary leaves a couple feet across in a fluffy lime green that line the private walks over the private Temple Entrance like lolly-pop standards, a very celestial-garden intuition that left me with real respect for these guys if religion makes good gardeners. ( And I think that would be one of my criteria.) (They can also do the painted clouds, the holy-scenery grand-canyon suite diorama clouds, like nobody's business.) Inside the high walls of the Square ( a huge block with an underground city and river) ~ the center of the City ~ another "stuff" inside there is the Seagull Monument. A stone column with brass gulls "flocking" at the top, a bit of bigtime gratitude to vomit, basically, because the gulls couldn't seem to hold down the grain-rampaging locusts in their stomachs, and would just.....get more. The Monument is popular with the seagulls; there are seagulls on the Seagulls.
I spent a lot of time at all hours of the day hanging around that place, admiring the construction of both the religion and the buildings. Lots of effort involved; very mysterious. The basement of the Hotel Utah had a coffeeshop that had the most 50's kelly-green vinyl soda fountain seats ever seen, and tiled fountains with goldfish and calladium borders. We came out one morning, and stood on the sidewalk looking over the East Wall top, right in the direction of the Monument. Something what felt like a rock hit me on the head, and splashed onto the green postal box next to me. I whirled around mad, and saw everyone waiting for their transport lined up AGAINST the building.
It hurt. It was a terminal-velocity turd. They must feed them bb's on the roof. It was gooey and gross. My hands were no help. Just as I look up, I hear this old guy with a brown hat and coat say, "Don't do that."
I felt a little "messengered". |
