Wednesday, July 19

My Uncle retired from decades as the pastor of two Lutheran congregations in Kansas this past weekend, so I rented a car in Boulder and drove across a swath of the High Plains to hear him preach a final service and attend a retirement party, followed by loading boxes onto a U-Haul.

Along the way I stopped at a garage sale and bought two boxes of cassette tapes for $2 each. It’s classic country for the most part: Willie Nelson, Hank Snow, Jim Reeves, Patsy Cline, Ray Price, Marty Robbins. Outliers include the Andrews Sisters and some big band material. I got boxes 19 and 13. The tapes inside each have a little green tag made with one of those label makers that punches the letters into a strip of adhesive plastic. Box 19 contains tapes B115 through B144. The individul slots in the tape boxes are also labeled.

This was clearly part of a lifetime collection; the guy I bought them from said they’d picked them up from a sale and the owner had everything catalogued, tapes and records. If I’d been in a little different frame of mind I’d probably have loaded up the whole thing.

thursday, july 27


from the perspective of the sick
it's wellness that feels impossible

so here we are, and democracy
feels like some kind of a fever dream