softly clearing his throat.
John Tyson and Wis Guthrie at Carroll College
from Maryland I had a friend, now deceased,
named John Tyson, who was an art professor
at Carroll College. It was not university then.
John and I were fans of Jose Feliciano.
We liked, really grooved on his singing of Little Red Rooster.
I bought that now ecclesiastic rooster bird featured above
in memory of John and that song.
John has been written up in the raccoon previously.
(select '10 - 23' cut)
KD stands sentinel next to a 1970s John Tyson pot
Tyson's bone-site at Pairie Home Cemetery. I visit it.
Devil in a box
People who know the olde sewer raccoon
know he has a split nature, has been
capable of doing both some interesting things
and some serious bad things, too.
But now to ward off those latter occurrences
he keeps a Mexican devilish figure in papier mache,
and a pentagram, actually a Xmas ornament,
in a locked glass cage out in plain sight
at the Odd Fellows
to serve as a reminder to just engage
the better things
on this latter lap of life.
It goes with Easter, too.
Easter or Passover pick-me-up
but it is also kosher, we note
a fresh jug of Croatian plum brandy
sits undisturbed here at the Odd Fellows.
In 2006 after our recuperation from
the many pitfalls of open-heart surgery
like forgetting how to walk
and how to use silverware, etc.
we revisited unimpaired The Three Brothers
restaurant in Bayview.
Branco, on seeing us enter
after our long absence, said
Meester Dick, you cum bek!"
An embrace followed.
He then poured us two cordials
of a powerful liquor from
his homeland: SLIVOVITZ!
He too had survived a health bout.
It was bracing, fist-pounding!
50 % alcohol via double distillation.
I'd not had it before.
We pretty much have this bottle
For Emergency Use Only
or extremely special toasts.