Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Such is my greed,



that despite the San Francisco airport Virgin terminal restaurant bar and a Moscow Mule with calamari dipped in lemon aioli, the butterscotch pudding, the article about the IRA in the new New Yorker, then the first pages of Rachel Cusk's new novel in an aisle seat with a glass of bubbly water and a lime wedge, when I descended the escalator at LAX, I felt tempted to claim the driver with the sign that read ELIZABETH, tell him that's me! and see what sort of life lay ahead.

12 comments:

  1. Welcome home, friend. This is pure poetry.

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  2. The New Yorker article on the IRA blew me away! (so did the one last week on the Catholic Radicals)
    Welcome home, after your few days of memento mori it will be good to get back into the vitality of your family.

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  3. If this were a movie, a novel, you would have.

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  4. Oh I so wish I could have met up with you. Hope your exotic landing back into your life was excellent

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  5. I really think that's the start of a novel. And the title is If I Were More Greedy. DO IT. love you.

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  6. Yes.
    Let's do that together.
    And yeah that New Yorker piece. Separate bus stops???!!! I didn't know.

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  7. Brilliant. I wish you had. I love you.

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  8. Have you ever watched the Italian movie Bread and Tulips? This reminded me of it.

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  9. Oh, I meant to tell you that YES, I read that IRA article. Amazing! That is a conflict that has always seemed so incomprehensible to me. I just don't understand religious divisions of that magnitude between people who otherwise seem relatively close in history and culture. (I'm sure THEY don't feel relatively close, but that's how it seems from the outside.)

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  10. This reminds me of that Seinfeld episode. Who knows where you would have ended up?

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