I took it to the street today, another phase of the big purge, $1
sidewalk sale of art, books, LPs, and T-shirts with a couple of "big ticket"
items thrown in--bicycle, kingdome usher jacket, 35 mm camera. It's not so
much about the money (I cleared about $24 in 6 hours)--it's about injecting
some life into local sidewalk culture and getting to meet neighbors and visitors.
I donated some records to Cheech's reservation radio station fundraising
rummage sale; met Michelle, on shoreleave from a tall ship which teaches
kids empowerment; Melanie videotaped me as part of a project where she's
documenting what's on people's minds; two PR guys from the eastside deployed
to find clients handed me a mock contract after buying Lawrence Welk and
the usher jacket; John Berry arrived and we shared some fine cheap wine;
Dave Benham dropped off a sounds of the Civil War record album; and dozens
of people said hi as I busied myself with editing a manuscript, stencilling
broken bones on shirts and books, and generally just soaking up the free
easy feeling of being right where I was, sun smiling on closed eyes, the
gold leaves above alive with light.