Sandpoint can do that to you.
Thursday–August 5, 2010
Up and hard at listening to Mozart while looking at the lake. It was a windy morning and immense lake waves blew one upon another. The American flag at the marina was stretched taut.
I got up eventually and my wife made me bacon, an egg, English muffins (what on earth does Thomas’s put in them that makes them so good ?), Tazo Refresh herbal tea, possibly the single best food on the planet, and orange juice. I ate and went back to bed to listen to more Mozart. The Requiem, over and over again. Then shaving, listening to that brilliant Bolshevik, Jackson Browne, singing one of my favorite songs, “The Boulevard,” about prostitutes on Hollywood Boulevard in the 1970s. I was there then and I don’t recall ever seeing one but my memory may be faulty. I do love Jackson Browne a lot.
Down on the Boulevard,
They take it hard.
They look at life with such disregard.
They say it can’t be won,
The way the game is run,
But if you choose to stay,
You wind up playing anyway….
Then out the door to UPS to buy envelopes, then to the local bookstore, Vanderford’s, to buy the Wall Street Journal, and note cards. Then off to Sandpoint Super Drug to buy baby powder for my wife and Neosporin for me. Then to a little latte cottage to buy more Tazo tea, then to the next door Safeway to buy Fiji water.
As I browsed, I saw a staggeringly shapely and comely young woman. It was my pal Angie, who works at the Edgewater Hotel as a desk clerk. We talked for a few minutes. Wow, is she good looking or what! Then, out to put the water in the trunk.
A stunning young, tall, blond girl was loading empty boxes into her truck. “Are you packing for college?” I asked her.
“Yep,” she said.
“N.I.C.” she said, which is Northern Idaho College, a community college in Coeur d’Alene, about fifty miles south of here. I wished her well and went over to buy my wife a fountain diet Coke at the Shell station. They sell a variety of lottery tickets there. Many years ago, my handsome son and I would trek there in the snows to buy him lottery tickets. He would throw snowballs at me as we walked. Golden days. That gas station was his casino. Autres temps, autres moeurs.
Then back to my black Caddy for a trip to Home Depot to buy an in room air-conditioner. They did not have the sort I wanted so I bought two fans. Everyone there was super-friendly.
Thence a few hundred feet to The Wireless Works to pay my Verizon bill. As I walked through the door, I beheld a young woman of superhuman beauty sitting at the desk.
“Wow,” I said to her. “You are beautiful.”
“Don’t you remember me?” she asked. “I know you.”
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?