I WENT TO THE CARAVELLE SHOP
Not knowing what they even sold any longer.
At home, my ledger was open to nothing, and
the frogs had left the aquarium. Out front of the
shop, the metal dragon sculpture was on the
lawn. It has been there at least five years.
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Never knowing, never caring what that place
was about. Fins and Feathers was a pet shop,
right next door. Snake food and rabbit pellets.
Yuck. A few people straggled out the doorway,
and their ratty pickup idled noisily nearby.
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The only thing, really, I could think of was
that - if I had a girlfriend in France - I could
take a Caravelle to Paris and probably be there
in another eight hours?
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