See the satay
While at coffee this morning, a co-worker mentioned that there was an Asian grocery in town where one could buy the spices necessary for preparation of satay. Fast forward several hours, where the local TV network gave a quick course in preparation of satay. Huh? I awoke this morning, a neophyte. Now all that remains is for me to get busy and prepare, you guessed it… Funny how things evolve.
Standing at the bus stop with the usual pod of students (no, they’re not really related to whales). Suddenly, two friends changed from speaking French to speaking German. Not schoolbook style; for real. First time that’s ever happened in my orbit.
Some obscure film festival is underway in town. She appeared on the front page of the newspaper, and now she’s being interviewed on local TV. Vanessa Paradis! Does this mean that I might spot Johnny Depp on a sidewalk, tomorrow? That would be like living in a real city. World class, etc.
Instead, the local legislature voted and passed a law protecting our smalltown mayor and his rich friend from any sort of judicial interference in the plan to spend the kitty. We’ll get our arena, the cost bedamned. Will a hockey team sneak in overnight and make us into a real city? Don’t hold your breathe, kids. Besides, even if we did get a new pod (and hockey players are like whales), only the rich and famous will have the money to go and watch. The rest of us will be too busy, paying the accumulated bill for the facility.
