There’s a little cafe where houseboat people go called the Bayside.
You always run into to someone you know and sometimes it feels
like you’re on a meal plan. We like to go for breakfast on Sunday.
Sometimes I’ll go for lunch by myself if the work’s gone well and
sit at the counter where the action is, reading Bukowski, with Egger
for backup, eating my burger with fries. Today along the way I bought
a painting for my brother-in-law, who celebrated his birthday at the VA,
from van Bo a local brother with paint smeared glasses who was selling
his art on the corner from the back of a borrowed truck before the sheriff
came and chased him away for no license, making us all a whole lot safer.