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December 31st, 2009

Out with the Old

Thoughts as 2009 comes to a close:

Brandon Blake in 09, Jack McMorrow and friends in 2010. About to start writing a new Blake, some good outside projects underway. It never gets old as long as there still are surprises, moments to go into the notebook.

The big guy in front of me in the bank today, 6-5, 280, built like a slow-moving tractor, knock-kneed, giant work boots and a hand  that looked like it had been whittled out of a chunk of oak. Looked like something you’d tie a horse to if you didn’t want it to wander off.

But his voice, soft and polite: “I’d like it all in twenties, if you can.”

More for the notebook: a guy down the road intercepted en route to what was reported as a mission to kill. Twelve-gauge behind the drivers seat. Loaded. Two buddies in the car, said they didn’t want to have any part of “this.” Beyond that, nobody talking.

A night in December, snowing hard by the lake. A loon’s call cuts through the storm.  Two days later, the lake froze over and the loon was gone.

Full moon driving up the coast this week. Tidal marshes piled with mosaics of ice, shining blue as sapphires.

A woman on a deserted stretch of the interstate. Car abandoned in a snowstorm. Footprints cross the median strip. Stop. She hasn’t been seen in three weeks. I can’t get her out of my head. Where is she? Why has she disappeared? Who is she? The article in the paper said she used “an alias.” Marla Moon. With Marla on my mind, into the new year I go.

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