NO UNCOMFORTABLE HABITS
No longer knowing what I even remember, I am sitting
back here listening to a classical piece played by a
million strings and some other notes which seem,
by contrast, too contrived. Charles Ives? Today
I watched a guy fall off a fence he thought he could
climb - it was funny in its way, the why's and how's
of it all. The three others with him laughed. He'd gotten
a grass stain in his dress beige pants, and they were due
for dinner somewhere soon. 'You'll be OK, just don't ask
for salad greens' - I really wanted to say that but didn't.
Why anyone like that would try to vault a fence is now
beyond me. I hope they had a nice meal.
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Here, instead, I am sitting alone thinking about things : echoes,
and ideas, and reverberations. The first girlfriend of the young
Robert Zimmerman was a girl named Echo Helstrom. I always
liked that name. I wonder if she ever felt she'd missed out?
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Life is all like that sometimes : scaling fences, falling off, or
deciding not too. Standing pat, staying in place, holding steady.
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