Observations at the Publix tonight.........sometimes I get my people fix at the Publix...I always see people I know there and I know the employees names......some have come and gone....all have their own stories....one discussed with me how to introduce your main character in a book in the first chapter...he said he wrote a book in one summer.......he told me that there was something special about the late artist and friend John Carroll Doyle print of one of my favorite paintings he did...The Ice House....there was one hanging in the store..........it captured the flavor and the heritage of those days when there was a mosquito fleet of fishermen........I said I would look for it.......I spoke to another aspiring writer and came up with a good penn name for her....Ebony Midnight......she liked it and now that is her name when I go inthere..Ebony Midnight.......there was a guy that used to mix tapes for me but I have not seen him in awhile...he would play many many instruments and sing many loops and put it all together in a cd as if it were a full band...but in fact he was a one man band that worked in the meat dept........also working back there is the biggest boned man I have ever seen.....a gentle giant with a friendly voice....I looked at these wooden platters and thought it would make a good cheese board but when I saw whose picture was on the label I backed off it....he was the red headed Italian Chef...Mario something who came under fire for skimming tips from his wait staff....I was a waiter once and that is unforgivable and greedy......I saw ....get a box of Kellogs and another free.....I said...GREAT!!!!!!.....I grabbed a box of frosted flakes and a box of Chex..........I get home and take it out of the bag and notice something...the box is the same height but thinner...you pay the same price but gets less....great.....I didnt listen to the donuts and the ice cream could just kiss my ass...I didnt get time to read the rags while waiting but did learn the kid had final exams checking me out......I stopped by the big print of The Ice House and look at it before leaving....what did John Doyle paint into it?......was it something modern like an igloo cooler?...no.........what was it?...suddenly the answer came to me...he used the same model three times in the painting...they were supposed to be different people but repeated them.....I have done the same...I did not figure it out myself but had to go back to the writer and ask him.....I was going batshit crazy trying to figure it out...he told me and I went back by to look and see.....I saw johns mastery of setting a mood with beautiful color and repeating these this fisherman three times..... and I saw him smiling in my mind when he did it....he was a fabulous painter .....I saw people I knew.....I rapped with the employees who I know and they know me.......I hopped in the truck feeling good for my encounters and headed back over the long marsh road back to Mayberry by the sea....Small Town America at its finest...where the night still..... echoes of a distant dog.......and a siren approaches down the road.....sending a message to me.....we never know when our time comes so we have to make the best of the present.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 02:42:08 +0000
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