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All Souls Day
Nov. 2nd, 2007 09:05 pmThe problem with microwaving a burnt offering is that the entire house still smells like popcorn.
As sunsets go, it was a calm one - no clouds, just the sun dropping behind the hills over on the Peninsula, the San Francisco skyline in silhouette to the northwest. 100 feet down the beach was a guy in a chair with a fishing pole. A couple hundred feet in the other direction was a guy with a bag of bread, a camera, and a positively Hitchcockian tornado of gulls whirling around him as he threw scraps into the water.
I started tossing bits of popcorn into the gentle lap of the bay. Took a little while for the birds to notice, but a few did and managed to snatch what they could before the kernels got too sodden to float.
Some cormorants - I think they were cormorants - paddled serenely past. I turned and started back towards my truck. At the board bridge across the dunes to the street, I looked back at the bay in time to see the distinctive profile of a lone dun colored pelican just off shore of where I'd been standing.
I woke up with this song in my head. It was there all day. ALL day. So I decided maybe I'd better do something about it and stopped at Office Max and bought a microphone. I got through the first take without my voice breaking so I'm not going to tempt fate by trying a second. http://www.wodefordhall.com/angelband.mp3
As sunsets go, it was a calm one - no clouds, just the sun dropping behind the hills over on the Peninsula, the San Francisco skyline in silhouette to the northwest. 100 feet down the beach was a guy in a chair with a fishing pole. A couple hundred feet in the other direction was a guy with a bag of bread, a camera, and a positively Hitchcockian tornado of gulls whirling around him as he threw scraps into the water.
I started tossing bits of popcorn into the gentle lap of the bay. Took a little while for the birds to notice, but a few did and managed to snatch what they could before the kernels got too sodden to float.
Some cormorants - I think they were cormorants - paddled serenely past. I turned and started back towards my truck. At the board bridge across the dunes to the street, I looked back at the bay in time to see the distinctive profile of a lone dun colored pelican just off shore of where I'd been standing.
I woke up with this song in my head. It was there all day. ALL day. So I decided maybe I'd better do something about it and stopped at Office Max and bought a microphone. I got through the first take without my voice breaking so I'm not going to tempt fate by trying a second. http://www.wodefordhall.com/angelband.mp3
