[lit-ideas] Sunday Story
- From: David Ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 11:36:24 -0700
How was our vacation?
In the restaurant that belonged to the guy from Portland whose brother is still
a priest here, we sat on the very tip of the Baja peninsular. On the one side
was the sea of Cortez; on the other, the Pacific Ocean. This cartographical
distinction impressed many people. Lining up for water taxis, dodging vendors
on the beaches, shuffling up and down the harbor front, or in and out of time
share hotels where flamingos and budgies kept company with real historical
artifacts and people stood in swimming pools swigging drink, there shuttled one
immutable fact, like a feathered cock, back and forth: one side, Sea of Cortez,
the other, "Pzfic Oshun."
In the restaurant that belonged to the guy from Portland whose brother is a
priest, we sat next to two guys from Jersey who had flown down to Cabo on less
than twenty four hour's notice. They were brothers. The big fat one said he
owned a flower business; the trim and buff other one instructed hot yoga.
Because the first looked very much like a young Joe Viterelli, it flitted
through my head that they might actually be wise.
In the restaurant that belong to the guy from Portland whose brother is a
priest, we had the one conversation with strangers, during the entire week's
stay, that didn't, after the initial small talk, fall into some kind of sales
pitch. The yoga instructor talked about good times he'd had in Serbia.
David Ritchie,
Portland, Oregon
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