Monday, September 25, 2017

Changing Subject


Real nice the cooler weather. About time but for all we know could be another spell over the century mark. I had roses once here. For about two years. Didn't put them in the ground but in oak barrels cut down to 1/3 dimension. A couple of them. Got fried. Tried mini-roses last year. Got fried. Might try it again if I stay. Under mesquite shade might do. Little patio. I don't know. No reason to put so much work into what's simply a bunkhouse and don't go there.

Hilarious. Before the "Rainbow Banner" came to be displayed, one Sunday afternoon about ten years ago,  after coffee and watching the screen for the DBack score, stopped into the Bunkhouse on 7th Avenue. Never been there but passed many times over the years. Not an imbiber, what did I know about venue specifications? So, upon stepping in, a trannie asked me what I'd have and I scoped about. Hmm. Told him I'd go to the bar and stepped up. Took in two innings. The place was packed. Don't remember the result. I thought after, well, rather than with real people, where else can the priestcraft trade go? God help us.

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