I read a blog recently, yesterday to be exact, which talked a bit about families gathering to eat together, out of big bowls. I also have read "The Alice B. Toklas' Cookbook" which has the most fattening recipes known to woman, and having tried a couple of them, very delicious, but that is not the point. The point is, that Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas had gatherings at their home(s) to read poetry to one another, to read chapters of books-in-progress, to discuss political stuff. They were ex-patriots, living in France, renting amazing places, nearly starving because they were not born there yet surviving by sharing with neighbors, and when I was in Paris I stood at the gate to their house, on their street. Awed, because after reading books it always amazes me to see, rather, stand in or on the place about which I have read.
One October I stood at the feet of the Statue of Liberty, climbed into her carrying my First Granddaughter (daughter of my First Daughter) in her fantastic baby carrier. The Statue of Liberty is awesome. Read about her! I believe she is from France, too. We ate apples so crisp they popped when bitten, spraying juice over anyone near. Golly, that was 10 years ago.
I am sewing napkins for a silent auction. They have evolved into bright colors with a little black Scotty dog sewed on the back like a signature. No one will know I made them, because of course, I put Dalmations and Labradors on everything. They are cool though. And while I am pressing the edges, snipping threads and sewing, I think. And think. And think. This is where this idea of discussing the ballot came in.
The radio voice seeped into my consciousness, like the yellow October light washing over every leaf, and the ravens discussing in raspy voices, "...capitalism has an interesting relationship with democracy..."