“Here I am.”
I've already mentioned that this is the second time that I've read the Catfish Tale, but this time it seemed more powerful; maybe the chapter format had something to do with it. When I read the final three words I got a little frisson, an unexpected jolt that I can't explain. I wouldn't put it up there with "Call me Ishmael" but it's an excellent choice of words. I look forward to further stories. Mr. Google had a few links to articles about the House of Chin, even including a photo of George Chin himself.
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The Hanging Gardens of Uncle Ken continue to fascinate me, cramming a lot of greenery in a very limited space. but what are all those plastic jugs for? More pics please, I'm trying to figure out the balcony's relationship to the river and the streets below.
Uncle Ken should make it clear that he isn't really feeding birds lest the wrath of the condo board smite him sorely. It is a fiction, an expression of artistic license, right? You never know who reads these things.
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It's a pleasure to see new signs on the doors of local stores and eateries, "No mask required if fully vaccinated." It could be my imagination but folks seem to be a bit friendlier than they were pre-pandemic.
There is something different, though, and I don't know if it's part of a new trend. I was checking out the feature listings at a local movie house, the Davis Theater, and their website mentions that they are "cash free." Say what? No cash? I don't know how this is handled, strictly credit cards, smart phone apps, or what but I think it sucks. I don't want my fondness for Raisinets to be part of a database.
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