Red Hurts

Driving a taxi seven days a week is kind of fun if you know nice places to eat. Today it's the Farmer's Market at Green and The Embarcadero. First I had an Aidells' Habanero & Green Chile sausage on a soft bun with everything. Then I went back for a Smoked Chicken & Apple sausage on a soft bun with everything, too. From earlier I rest back at SFO, gazing at the stratus apacus nebulosus until my eyes close. Instantly my body sinks while my vision takes flight between two quick bare trees. They think it's blue butter ... Well, when the crowd crossed in front of my taxi, the butter looked blue to me. When the sky is too blue, you can see the red shingle windmill just to the right of the yellow shingle farmhouse.


Trends and Everyday Events in

the Early Twenty-First Century

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Richard Ames Hart

Saturday 15 February 2003