Friday, May 29, 2015

Glorious merchant

So you have a garage sale because you have a garage sale and you sell books for a dollar and the cheap stools you never liked for five bucks each and a German Bible from 1770 for $35 and your dead brother's GI Joe locker full up with stuff for $65.

You like the guy who started the giant 1987 Echo leaf blower in the middle of crowd and, amid a stinking cloud of gas and smoke, verifies that said blower blows, turns it off, throws a ten and a five at you (the marked price) and lugs it away.

But by far, your favorite customer is a 127-year-old man who hobbles up with his spritely 95-year-old wife (who is donning a modest homemade cotton dress and a white bonnet). They bumble around your junk and eventually pluck up a box of (of course) 12 unused mason jars, which is marked two dollars.

"Will you take a dollar for this?"



"Um, yeah," you say. "I'll take a dollar for that."

Then the wife offers you small talk and a pamphlet from a Christian radio station that she listens to all day. She smiles.

They walk away with their box of mason jars. You put the dollar in the cash box, tear the pamphlet in two and toss it in the trash.

You turn your face toward the sun.

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Sunday, May 24, 2015

My Cleveland

We've been through all the rest of it. We'll get through this. And know that I always love you so.

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

Dinner's ready

Posted by Tara Cambo on Wednesday, March 4, 2015

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Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Long form

Since it seems I am unable to update here with any sort of frequency, I offer the die-hard readership a compelling handful of items to be enjoyed at your leisure, starting with 16 minutes of absolutely sublime acappella performance from the Beatles' Abbey Road album that is much closer to opera than rock.

Next, dig this seven riveting minutes excerpted from the film DamNation and thusly described:

When the Glen Canyon Dam was approved in April 1956, a group of archeologists and river runners set out to document more than 250 culturally significant sites and 125 side canyons that would be flooded by the project. One of those river runners was Katie Lee, a folk singer and Hollywood starlet turned activist. As she describes, "We would go around a corner, and spread out before us would be this incredible site ... Everything was in the right position; everything was perfect."

Ms. Lee was so taken by the proceedings, she shed her clothing to bask in the canyon. Pretty risque stuff for the puritanical 1950's, so you'll want to visit the link to see that, but do so at the risk of your blood boiling over on account of our incessant and ill-advised efforts to force Mother Nature to do our bidding.

Lastly, in November 2014, Cleveland's own Michael Heaton penned a column about military pagentry at sporting events, which was prophetic to say the least, particularly in light of the Uncle Sam/NFL payola scandal at hand.

When I watch these sporting events I feel like I'm also being pressured to clap and hoot and howl about this never-ending state of war that has become a major economic engine of our national economy. It feels like nationalism. And that feels a little bit mindless, and scary.

To be sure, it's much more like nationalism than he could have guessed. Scary, indeed.

Well then, dear readers, I am back to my frenetic life. Until next time--

Love, Erin

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Monday, May 04, 2015

There's always room for Jell-O

Important footage for the readership's review whilst your humble hostess, who moonlights as an intrepid girl reporter, roams the mean streets of Cleveland in search of stories for her development news beat.

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