people
build roofs to keep the
rain off their heads. the motives and
methods have remained remarkably unchanged for
hundreds of years,
as this model in Carpenters'
Hall shows. after our visit, we just barely
beat a
downpour to a plastic
shrouded sidewalk table at a mediocre mexican
place, from which we watched various responses
to the weather: running!;
a family like ducks in a row, each with their own
umbrella from kids to parents, appropriately
sized; a
man snuggled up to a tree, desperate for
just enough cover to keep his cigarette dry; and
our unlucky server, who
slipped and fell on slick slanted cement but
didn't spill a drop of enchilada sauce, a truly
heroic effort. the rain stopped, we
hit a bookshop, then on to
theater to see Summer of Soul with about a
dozen other filmgoers. free
silkscreened poster was
an unexpected bonus and i bribed a worker $1 for a
trash bag to protect it as it was coming down in
buckets again. these
conditions called for an ark, not the
bus, but we settled for a lyft and applauded
these young
lovers riding out the storm.
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