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By chris Date: 2008 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.17.23.34.29435]] |
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Awaiting the interview - an hour to kill in the South Valley heat - I think of the abject failure that was the naming of middle schools in El Burque. I pretend Garfield refers to the cat and that Harrison refers to the Beatle and that they serve curried chickpeas in the cafeteria and play "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" at each and every assembly in lieu of the National Anthem. Still 30 minutes left, I buy an energy drink and a trial-size can of Axe and head west (always the best direction) on Rio Bravo - out of the smotheringly green bosque and up the mesa, through the vast palate of browns and earth tones, the subdivisions like weeds with names like "The Orchards" (sagebrush and sand) and "Anasazi Heights" (lots and lots of white people). I suddenly see my city in the rear view and who knew that from a comfortable distance it could look almost beautiful. |