Last night E texted me---invited me to come visit in Lawrence. I'm an old homebody these days so I paced nervously a while, counting to myself all the reasons that I couldn't or shouldn't go. When I was finished, the total was ZERO. OK so it's 40 miles. So what, just filled up with gas Tuesday for $1.419. J had her dance class and would be gone a good part of the evening. Me: home alone watching something scintillating like the republican debate and weeping. I thought back to the days when I lived with no trepidation towards spontaneity and muttered weakly to the hound... I can do this
Lawrence Kansas where I once lived, aka The River City because, I guess, a river runs through it, aka Larry Town because Larry/Lawrence .. get it? Clever isn't it. NOT. Apparently these days the kids call it simply LFK, or Lawrence Fucking Kansas. Lawrence is twenty square miles of liberal surrounded by a near eternity of rightwing redneck reality. Lawrence is a shining oasis in the desert of dumb. Lawrence, home of my old favorite band Tofu Teddy and the Brown Rice Cow People. Lawrence is a freak magnet where the realms of possibility are ever expanding. Lawrence is a beautiful thing.
This morning we, me and Mister E, walked downtown for breakfast. That's right ... walked. The sun was shining bright and thank you global warming, easily comfortable with only a long sleeve. Happiness riding on my left shoulder like a pirate's pretty parrot, I fought off the urge to skip girl scout style. We kind of forgot to eat last night, opting instead for drinking Pendleton's Canadian so hunger was humping savagely.
After we dined, spectacular food and lattes served by a budding earth goddess in tights, the kid suggested we take the long way home like Supertramp, and I agreed. And then, as often happens, the handy iPhone came out for documenting. Eli even showed me how to take panorama pics.
yes, that's my finger, but pretty cool old house isn't it ^
brick sidewalk charm
close up of the huge cedar tree in the previous photo
Lawrence has alleys
this is where the town republican lives in fear of The Bern
bathtub art (attention Z)
even brick alleys
even brick streets
as a construction guy this curved porch really grabs me
you will find nary a single home this color in the pastel suburbs
panorama alley by E
panorama liquor store wall by E
and lastly, this is Eli right after I told him we are on the homeland security no fly list