SRQ 5/21/’09

Nobody knows what this acronym stands for. We all know that it’s an abbreviation for the Sarasota-Bradenton airport but why SRQ???? So I have dubbed it thusly:

Sarasota Regional Quatsch

Quatsch is a German exclamation for “twaddle”.

May 19, 3:50 PM,2009

Sarasota showed her great diverse nature last night. There was a serenade to my friend by a Columbian guitarist, a visit to a most fascinating woodcraft shop which had 5000 feet of tools, elegant woods, and a built in workshop, a promenade down a street full of watchamacallit shops culminating with an open air pool-room. Then, for an encore out of nowhere, not too far away a Bulgarian Coffee shop popped up hosted by a young Polish man and a daughter of Bulgaria. To top it off a lover’s quarrel was witnessed which had a happy ending. The man carried his lady on his shoulders into a black pickup truck. She then got out, and voluntarily returned to live happily ever after. Twilight came and the magic chariot that carried me through all this delivered me to my door. It was piloted by a Fairy Szary Princess. The night spun on as the dreamy world whisked my soul on a hayride. Many hours later, at sunrise,the real and the fantastic merged.

May Second, 2009

This morning felt really different. It was without people. How do we cope with silence around us? The struggles of humanity seemed to be temporarily halted. Present was wind, sun, birds, squirrels, dogs without their masters, and the consequent sounds from all of these. It brought me back to a lonely street in Brooklyn,N.Y. in the 1930s. I was not ten years old and was conscious of the surrounding elements. Then, as I walked down the street all was vibrating to life’s pulse. Why do I think that this pulse is less now? Mayday was always a time for celebration. This Mayday was quiet, lonely, and full of tears that never flowed. All around me, all the day long, were ghoulish two legged forms evidencing their plight as they joined the struggle to exist. As luck would have it, I had food and shelter money. Others were treading on very thin ice and some fell in the water. May 1st,’09 was very still and very eerie. Far, far away I have offspring trying ever so hard to squeeze into a niche. It’s my instinct to help them do this. Once again I shall rely on Lady Hope, who is ever present when we need her most.