September 23, 2007

Bestirred myself in the dead of last night to go to No Shame Theater, but as I approached the door I realized I didn’t feel comfortable, didn’t feel welcome–for reasons which are still confusing to me–and I passed on. Went to a couple of bars instead, drinking club soda. Went to Smokey’s and ran into a student, a pale reddish bald one whom I sort of remember. A beefy bartender in an Emerald Isle T-shirt was listening to our conversation, and said, "Are you _____ ________?"

"Yes."

An uninterpretable look from the bartender– I hope it wasn’t disappointment–and the conversation was over.

Summer day, warm and gentle. The flowers have taken a second breath. Every inch of the yard is fragrant with roses.