Dreamways

San Francisco. What an intense day was yesterday! Ay, caramba! For the first time in decades, all 9 of Eula’s children gathered together, along with every one of her grandchildren. All of the stories and histories swirling together in the columbarium designed by Julia Morgan, The Chapel of the Chimes!  read more »

Sleep Dream.  I’m out on the street in an old, working class neighborhood, like Elati, but more like, say, Highlands, One story, red brick houses, huddled close together, store fronts. It‘s alive with people I’m there, doing I know not what. Perhaps sitting at a sidewalk café. I notice a small procession moving down the middle of the street, half a block long. I get up to see what it is. There is a fellow on a gold contraption of a conveyance at the front, like a unicylce made into the knob of a sceptre. He is attired in fancy clothes, tie and tails and top hat, smiling.  read more »

I just had lunch with D, Sally (in from Chicago), Sally’s friends from Chi-town, who now live in Boulder, D. and his wife. A certain genre of conversation: nice, middle class, White Folk talk.  Turns out that Sally’s departed hub was a leftie forced by his parents to write with his right hand. Ah, the brutality of the Righteous!  read more »