Anodyne
Sunday, August 27, 2006
 
Dad Loves His Work

Up with the sun, ghost-hunting in the West End's alleys, the grey pre-autumn slant light more aminable to pictures than July's hot sun. To a fruitless estate call by bus on Friday, down Nanaimo below East Hastings. The North Shore's mountains, blue-grey, bone-dry, above chestnut trees and maples, their green leaves bleached by the summer's heat. Scuffling along, sneakers crackling through fall's first evidence, past whirling sprinklers, a glass truck, parked pickups. The amplified tinkling of an ice-cream van, two blocks over, circling the park.

Forty boxes under a back porch, dusty and duct-taped, haphazardly stuffed with hardcover remainders that no one in their right mind would ever want to buy (Elizabeth Jolley, Cynthia Ozick, 80s Saul Bellow, Nadine Gordimer, Shampoo Planet, Paul Theroux novels, & etc.)

Thanks anyway!
- posted by cjb @ 9:21 AM


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