"The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks."

Wednesday, August 30, 2006


You get the feeling that
not much makes her happy.
And not much makes her sad.

But a lot of things
make her tired.
And a lot of things
make her laugh.

--Scott Squire, Iselton, CA.

He said this of our waitress at Pineapple, the old chinese restaurant in old Chinatown in Isleton, the night before we met Steve our Salmon fishing guide. She told us a couple stories, one about a group of fishermen who caught their limit early and brought the catch to her, saying they didn't want to stop fishing yet. They never came back, so she fed them to her family. And her family, oy! She has a little brother who refuses to marry his girlfriend because he doesn't want to move out. Our waitress has been taking care of him for forty years.

Scott and I vowed to bring her some fish if we caught any, and ask her to steam them for us. We stayed over night in a hotel above the towns loudest bar, and Scott spent most of it wrestling with window that the wind tapped against our wall.

We didn't catch any fish but I did glean some ripe pears from the Ryde Hotel golf course-that's a bad day of fishing.


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