NOW THAT WE LIVE........

ONLY ONE BLOCK FROM THE FARMERS MARKET

in downtown Waukesha next to the Fox River,

we attended the first Saturday of the green market year today

and picked up some victuals for a fresh breakfast that we carried a couple of minutes to our new home. Freshly laid eggs and some cranberry-walnut bread, consumed at the again repainted six foot roundtable constructed of simple glued-together 2 x 4s. We were poor.

This time it's pale green, just in time for spring and all the fresh produce we will weekly obtain from local farmers. The scuffed verse in the center still obtains, after 27 years:

"Around this table

ebb and flow

the friends of the Dixes

come and go.

We wish you well,

we love you so

do please come back

and have some mo'!

Around this table

wax and wane

special folks gather,

whether ill or sane;

I'll hold your weight

and bear your pain,

fill your hearts and guts,

make you right again.

But if perchance

a cure's not found

from your ailment

you'll rebound.

At a table

such as this,

your spring's

rewound."

Dee selects a loaf of bread.

Vendors hawked freshly-found morels.

The route takes us through this former alley, now inlaid with a serious outbreak of cobblestones and simulated gas street lights.
The old painted sign for Friedman's Clothes has even been redone. That business hasn't been there for years. Something else occupies the front space. My father, after WW II and his divorce from my mother, used to live above that store. Now I live just across the street from there.

Life does seem to be circular......