no power for the two old ladies who have lived there since it was built way, way back in '59
not that they have A/C or insulation or even the magic of cross-ventilation
(that's not how they built things in '59 no matter what anyone says about the Good Old Days)
but there is no power for their fans or their ancient refrigerators or a light in the bathroom so they can run a tub of cold water
plenty of power on Wilshire, though-- can't have those personal relocation devices hitting each other
and they say there's so much power at the mall that the air-conditioned merchants leave their doors open to help cool the shoppers
lately I swing between wondering if this is the end of the world and hoping it is
there would be a kind of satisfaction in watching the wolves set upon the drivers of SUV Nation and the barons of McMansion Estates and other members of the Clueless Majority
stay here long enough and you'll know what I mean unless you don't in which case, the wolves will probably get you next...
that is if they don't take me out on my way back from Peets where I came to cool myself with stolen dinosaur bones and a strong sense of irony
Posted at 9:31pm. I'm home and so is Mr. Watts...for now.