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Atticus

When I first met him, he was on to his pot smoking and Wild Turkey drinking phase and through with his newspaper owning phase. He was all of 29 at that point. He owned the table and was writing a novel, “Eternal Summer” or something like that. I tried not to pass judgement. I was the Carraway to his Gatsby. We went to the house at the beach in July, two years, that I liked to say belonged to his family, on the beach just down from the architect’s place. I don’t know. I drove the convertible back to college town that week. His sister brought him back later. There was a kiss. Me and her. 25 and 18 (or 17, shhh). Atticus me Laurie at a coffee shop by accident. That’s the most I remember of the details. It must’ve been summer. Blonde and sleek, red and freckled and pasty. Once he figured that it wasn’t going to work – a few years before he met Jehovah – he would buy the table where they sat when the kids in town turned from caffeine and coffee to whiskey and revolution. He would buy the table where we played cards and drank the kids’ whiskey, and we likely got high, and we stared out over the small city, through the arched windows, onto the streets where she once walked. He would talk of her in that way that we remember the actress (mind you, not the character) where you learned things about women right at that cusp of puberty. But that was before the war. That was before she...

Things I remember about 9/11

1) I was to fly out to San Diego later that night for work. It would’ve been my first time in California (I have yet to go). I went in to the office to gather some things to take with me. On the way in, I heard NPR sayings something about a plane crashing into the Pentagon. I thought very little of it until I arrived in my office to my mother calling and asking was I okay – and then saying she needed to get off the phone when the second plane hit the other WTC tower (not the actual sequence of events, but the way she and I experienced it). Naively (I realize now), I still packed my stuff thinking I would make it to San Diego before midnight. 2) I leave work after alarms go off at the Monarch Tower in Buckhead – a supposed bomb threat. The parking lot is jammed with people wanting to get out. All emergency protocol is thrown aside as we are fearing that our building may be attacked to. Ironic that the naivete that made me think I may be able to fly out to California later that day did not come into play when reckoning with the likelihood of my own office being attacked. 3) Fat and tired, as I was much of the time in those years, I made it home in the late morning. I called Kathy and she said she would be home a little later. I started drinking whiskey and coke. 4) Kathy would arrive and Tommy T., our contractor friend – staying in an...

Lambchop does “Once in a Lifetime” @ XX Merge

Lambchop @ XX Merge from sassafrassv on Vimeo. Had to post this. Sound is not great, but the performance makes me wish I had skipped Pitchfork and gone to this instead. Or just have unlimited time and money to go to...

Boo

Get married. This is the beginning of what was.

Listen to…

Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson. Especially “Who’s Laughing?” I know it’s too many names, but I figure a girl that goes by the second name could get behind it. It will change your life.

Yo!

Strange days. Haven’t seen you in forever. New car. New house. New band. Same banjo. Still a little ringing in the ear. Even after facebook love and marriage requests. Even after bed time, when we should be with our others.
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