definitely the dog days
Apparently underground transformers blew yesterday in downtown Montclair — here’s a link to baristanet’s coverage of the scene — and we were without power for about six hours in what has been the hottest day of the summer yet. Looking like third-world refugees, we went around the corner to find that the closest bar miraculously had power (hmmm, odd but I was happy) and we were able to have our beer and burgers in the air conditioned loveliness. Plus there was a trivia contest going on and while we did quite poorly, fun was had.
It is, however, hot already this morning as I write this at 8 a.m. Hot and still. Spenser and I were reading the NYTimes, though, and came across this article, about former inmates at a halfway house and their first trips to Barnes and Noble as they get used to the world outside the prison walls: Tasting Freedom’s Simple Joys…
I can’t imagine never having been in a bookstore before (especially given my own need to buy books on a regular basis) and I absolutely loved the open response of the manager when she found out this was a group from a halfway house through the prison system. *This* is the idea — not to run the other way, or deem reading and literacy the kind of thing only certain people can do. I won’t forget the image of the well-worn dictionary one man carries any time soon. Good stuff, well written, about good people.
March 2nd, 2008 at 5:16 pm
- mouthed you winked at some male and female sex sperm mate beer that he just.