Tuesday, September 29, 2015

7225. MY PEACEMAKER IS IN YOUR GROOVE

MY PEACEMAKER IS 
IN YOUR GROOVE
I crossed the Alleghenies by driving quite fast.
Wanted nothing for wasting my time. Now headed
to Pittsburgh, I wanted to sleep. Some dip-faced
hotel in a little alley-town along the way. I got off
the big road, and just kept driving the turns 'til I
got to some lights. A bar, a tavern, an Arby's,
a closed-up barber-shop, a drug-store, and the 
Cantwell Motel. What a cool name, I thought 
to myself, entering. The lobby was more like a 
ticket lounge in an old movie-house. The guy 
behind the counter said his name was Ned. 
I said 'Ned, I'll need a room for two nights, and 
as long as it's got a bed and a sink I don't care
about nothing else.' Still he went on : free coffee
machine for use in each room, with complementary 
coffee, WIFI everywhere, large screen TV. No, he
didn't get my gist, but I got the room. It looked out,
I saw the next morning, over a lake named 'Lake Orange'
where someone once  -  locals had it  -  saw the image
of Jesus in a scarce reflection on the open water. So, of
course, there's the Lake Orange Chapel right there too.
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That's why, Ned said the next day, 'we don't got no
porno channels or nothing like that. Hope you don't 
mind.' What a weird thing to say. Saw my Jersey plates,
or what, I wondered.  I sat in his lounge-chair lobby
a while, just to see what passes for life on this side of
those mountains. Which aren't really 'mountains' anyway.
But whatever. Indian tribes had different names for
different things  -  we call it Lake Orange, with a Jesus
attached; God knows what they called it : 'Akeemawapo
boniwicca'  -  I think that means 'Lake of Some White Man's
God' in the local Allegheny tongue. Whatever. Now all they
do is gamble anyway, and take the white man's money.
Even from a guy like me, just trying to make Pittsburgh 
soon, even from a guy like me, though I don't let them.

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