wobbled on…
into a Monday wherein after a brief visit from my friend Janet and her friend Diane we found
our way over to the Industrial zone and Roundel Autoworks in the search of hope or help
for Mini but also noticed, anomalous at the Mercedes restoration shop next door, a 1958
Chevrolet Impala. That evening seldom seen friend Michael Cain came by for dinner and regaled us with tales of the art world, consciousness, cults he has known, Amazon ayahuascan adventures and the art of Bill Witherspoon*, a friend of his from Iowa who seems to have spent some serious time in the northern Great Basin deserts of which I am so fond [as well as currently running a company producing virtual land and skyscapes whose primary customer base looks most likely to be tech bro preppers’ underground bunkers…and windowless dental offices.]. A most interesting evening before M. disappeared back into the night and his mysteriously nomadic [East Coast, West Coast, Iowa, India] life…the next morning when we were
at the library to unload boxes so Linda could take down her “Library of Ideas” Michael’s Mercedes RV was inconspicuously tucked into the parking lot but I didn’t disturb and after
all the Ideas were safely home we celebrated with enchiladas, my new favorite being carnitas
smothered in red followed by a long-postponed visit to Beau for work on the bicep tendonitis.
Strange markings were appearing on the grasses of the green and sometime around
then we retrieved Mini from Joe, many spendy missteps [the most egregious attributable to Mini of Concord’s sloppiness] corrected and explained while I looked into SL Werke Shop next door and discovered it to be run by a lifelong hot rodder perhaps amenable to doing work
on the ’45, which after fifteen years could certainly use a little love. Well we’ll see if John over there is interested…
*For Witherspoon’s most mysterious and profound desert antic there’s the hour long “Sri Yantra” film, quite something.