A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Sleazy Roadhouse

A while back, I had arranged to go to a movie with a friend, but nothing good was playing, so I suggested we go to a sleazy roadhouse instead. We ended up at a place called Jiggy's, and it was the sleazy roadhouse of my dreams. A couple of TVs, a pool table, a juke box, a few characters drinking beer out of the bottle. Next to me was a big guy, two sheets to the wind, with an eyepatch, and his companion, a feisty chick about five feet tall. She described lovingly to me her drag racing car, which she was selling because she couldn't afford to keep it.

Tonight I met the same friend at Jiggy's--a convenient half-way point for us--to show off my new camera. The same parking slot was empty, so I pulled right in. A couple of fellows were standing in the open doorway, from which a cheerful buzz issued. I walked in and noticed my friend sitting at the same stool as last time, so I took my old place, too. Across the bar, Eyepatch and Drag Racer were examining a styrofoam carton of Chinese takeout.

The bartender came right over to me. "Gin and tonic, short glass, one rock, lime?" he inquired. Jeez, Louise! Am I becoming a regular??

1 Comments:

Anonymous Christopher said...

Good to see you've decided to immortalize Jiggy's.

Shall we meet there for Bloomsday?

I'll use a different stool

3:53 PM  

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