Nov. 20th, 2012 11:04 pm
There and back again, Lexington edition
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mizarchivistI was standing at the Alewife bus ... thingie- depot? And feeling a little nostalgic for my old bus routes... and then no bus arrived for a very long time, either 62 or 76. I stopped feeling nostalgic. Mind you, I still wait for my current buses way more than I'd like. I usually have more options for methods of returning home. The old way was: go to Alewife and hope for the best. Unsurprising, the traffic between the station and Lexington was snarled, primarily with crazy people going to Wilson Farm to get their goddamn bird (she says smugly, with a chicken in her fridge).
I'm glad I went to the event, which to clarify was a book launch for a local guy, Amanda F. Palmer's own Mr. Miagi. Anthony Martignetti. She wrote about him recently being direly ill and gave me the impression he might not leave the hospital at the time of her writing. However, there he was, sharing his own memories from his book. Two very wrenching stories, which left me sad and uncomfortable, but like the kind of story you feel you must hear, that it's important. Amanda read the forward of the book (which she wrote) and sang some songs. Neil read a chapter from his new book,The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I only have to wait to get my copy of that until June.
Being there felt like I was intruding on dear friends' mourning of one who is likely going to be dead a lot sooner than one would expect or wish. But still- they did invite us in. I did pick up Martignetti's book (Lunatic Heroes). I may have a hard time reading it, I may not keep it, but it feels like right thing to do, to have this book, at least for a while.
I'm glad I went to the event, which to clarify was a book launch for a local guy, Amanda F. Palmer's own Mr. Miagi. Anthony Martignetti. She wrote about him recently being direly ill and gave me the impression he might not leave the hospital at the time of her writing. However, there he was, sharing his own memories from his book. Two very wrenching stories, which left me sad and uncomfortable, but like the kind of story you feel you must hear, that it's important. Amanda read the forward of the book (which she wrote) and sang some songs. Neil read a chapter from his new book,The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I only have to wait to get my copy of that until June.
Being there felt like I was intruding on dear friends' mourning of one who is likely going to be dead a lot sooner than one would expect or wish. But still- they did invite us in. I did pick up Martignetti's book (Lunatic Heroes). I may have a hard time reading it, I may not keep it, but it feels like right thing to do, to have this book, at least for a while.
Thanks for being there with me
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