miller's crossing

It's fair to say I've been experiencing a lot of movement lately. But I'm not sure I'm on top of what it's all about. And I'm still slowly separating from my Madison ballast. More sorting and tossing and shipping of stuff. I can simultaneously feel that I don't need any of it and yet find priceless reminders of who I've been over the years.

cardboard

Greetings from la's den of division. This week's dividing focused on the separation of my stuff from the cardboard cartons and brown padded paper which contained it. Then the further sorting of paper, cardboard and trash. A maddening process if truth be told.

Happy Labor Day! Things are swinging here at the Red Square Cafe. Laptop loafers, bagel-eating lunchers and neighborhood hipsters chill to a little downtempo. The baristas are sharing stories about eccentrically dressed clientele. (Where is that line? Super-short skin-colored shorts, tiny tank top, wing-tips and black socks -- on a man, who apparently usually shows up in roller skates -- apparently a too-much-information outfit.) And the iced Americanos flow! It's a blue sky, wispy cloud sunny day. I spy an old-fashioned donut with my name written all over it. (I don't know where they find the glaze-proof ink or how they get my name so neatly on there.) I'm having a hard time suppressing my smile. Yeah, it's a good day.

Do you know these guys? They're monsters. Don't listen to them unless they're telling jokes. Then you can listen, because they're quite funny. And it's a good thing to laugh these days.

Move 'em on, head 'em up


Head 'em up, move 'em on


Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide.


Count 'em out, ride 'em in


Ride 'em in, count 'em out


Count 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide!