bard

i thought it was cheating to have eileen's pictures posted on my page, but now you know. she took the long train and then the little bus upstate to see me. she drunkenly claimed that the picture she drunkenly took of steven chris and a stick under the peach tree at the black swan pub was the best picture she ever took. i am inclined to agree. we walked along the highway and the old icehouse with its red rusted roof only a half foot above the ground and the dead birch grove next to it and it was like i'd never not known her, known her always. later, the bartender kept putting tiny glasses brimming over on the countertop, for free, she was most excited about that. by then everyone had come and it was so perfect. there are so many things to tell: the idiot small-town cop, the "california rolling stop," elizaville, banana split, koi fish in the pond, bard, thunderstorms, really skinny fries, really drunk, the campfire, the marshmallows, the roasting, yellow submarine renditions of your most exciting cop stories, the swing the dogs, tim; it was like the best replacements album ever. summer's almost over and things are changed now. i'm glad i have this. there's more of this on eileen's fotki page so go there.