Evanston: dead letters
Evanston: dead letters
I walked to the grocery store this morning. The temperature has risen to the 20s F--about -3 C--which in unthinkable to those of you wisely living in Brazil or Southern California or South Africa or Australia or New Zealand. But the 20s are not bad. Walking is enjoyable, particularly on snow, which slides and crunches beneath your boots. It is more interesting than walking on bare sidewalks. A tactile experience something like walking on sand.
I cut through the corner of Calvary Cemetery, entering through a side road and leaving by the main gates. Just as I did, a mail truck pulled in. What I wondered can a mailman deliver to a cemetery. The obvious answer came quickly.
No one else was around, and on my way back I saw my earlier bootprints heading in the opposite direction.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010