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Wednesday, May 2, 2007
The chair is from the Farmers Market at Third and Fairfax. If I can get the table in the corner near Benton's Ice Cream with my back to the wall and big cup of Bob's coffee and a couple of those kind of squishy raspberry thumb print cookies from that baker in the middle and pretend I'm not eavesdropping on the elderly Jewish couple debating Canter's vs. Nate & Al's delicatessens, and keep my glances to the fellow with a bouncing leg and a manic typing tempo on his Mac infrequent and generally just watch all that is going on, I am very happy. Very happy indeed. I know, I agree, that whole Grove thing is close to an abomination. But that is a whole different thing. Really. I hope. I think by crossing that street, you are actually stepping through a wormhole, an anomoly in the time-space continuum, because these two things simply cannot coexist on the same plane of existence. Except in Los Angeles, of course. Well, the Grove has an Apple store. But parking validation for the Farmers Market is different than for the Grove, so that proves it: Two separate things entirely.