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I was walking down the street behind a sagging cat…He had those shoulders that sloped left and right so fast that rain would run straight into his pockets from the top of his head. Seemed to me that life hadn’t worn him down so much as it had managed to pull him through the narrow bathroom window of despair. And it struck me strange that he was humming a little tune and nodding his pointy head in time. Well I could have passed him up then…I’m usually fairly brisk in my stride…want to get there, where-ever there is…and get back. Sometimes I get captured in the moment while carping the diem so to speak…find myself mesmerized by the great beauty of young women sailing effortlessly through their day…or the serendipity of a fragile flower growing out of a crack in the sidewalk…How does that little motherfucker avoid being stepped on? And here I am following this twisted frame cat humming a shuffling blues tune and keeping a good beat on his slipping and sliding feet. O.K. so I get with the dude, side by side, and I say “Hey, excuse me but …that tune you’re humming is going to stick inside my head all day…if you don’t mind…what’s the name of that tune?” He swung a pair of black horn rimmed shades, taped at the bridge, bottle green and greasy…zoned my face and smiled.

“That’s the St.James Infirm’ry , you know it?” he asked, and I said I did and thank you. “I just love that old shit” He said. Yeah I do too.

“Now ain’t this a fine autumn day? The air is crisp on the skin and the sky is that day-before- Maxfield Parrish blue. A day like this you can walk about…not like those humid days when you feel like you’re swimming along a street ..in dirty water”

There are conversations that feel like a paragraph plucked at random from some obscure novel written too long ago…seem to have no prior references…no direction forward, north or south. Your mind slips a gear and your mouth goes “Uhh” with a dangling interrogative suspended suspicious. It doesn’t matter really. It’s soon over and the memorable little cat with his shades and silly shoulders hums off into his fine autumn day.

Today is one of those days.

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