Today was my day to work at the book store again. Such a good
day. I sold a set of The Great Books ($200--such a deal!) and the store was full a
good part of the time--sometimes as many as 6 people at a time. I also read a good
book this week, unlike last week. I was going to read one of the Alexander McCall
books (one that does NOT take place at the Ladies #1 Detective Agency), but it didn't grab
me. Instead I picked up a book by NY Times columnist Calvin Trillin.
It was called "Travels with Alice" and though I expected something along
the line of "Travels with Charley," this is kind of a gastronomic tour
of a lot of places where I've been.
He describes in great deal a lot of the places we visited in Southern
France when Char and I went there with our daughters and with our friend Pat, especially
Les Baux, Arles, and Avignon. He and his wife and their daughters rented a house in
the Provence area several years in a row and just "wandered" the area, visiting
local markets, buying local produce, eating at local restaurants. It's the kind of
travel I'd like to do if (a) we were rich, and (b) Walt enjoyed eating and paying good
money for a special meal.
But (a) we aren't and (b) he isn't, so (c) we won't. But I can
live vicariously and I loved sharing Trillin's adventures. In my book review I
talked about taureaux
piscine, which Trillin describes extensively. It may be one of the weirdest sports
you've ever heard of...be sure to both watch the video and read the description.
Walt showed up right at 6, after his beer at the Irish pub and we
started walking back to the car. We passed the comic book store, Bizarro World and
Walt commented on the fact that businesses come and go but this one seems to have
survived, though it has moved a lot to various different locations.
Davis is a weird town. What would be the "downtown"
area is pretty small and the neighborhood areas have spread out from there, so this is a
place where, if you have lived here for several years, you tend to direct people not by
the sites that exist currently, but by the businesses that used to be in certain
locations. You could, for example, say "Start at the corner where Carousel used
to be, then walk in the direction of where Discoveries used to be and when you get
to where Bogeys used to be, that's where you'll find Bizarro."
Walt was remembering the various other locations where Bizarro had
been including "that little place where the little video rental store used to
be." That reminded us of one of the strangest experience we had during our
early years here.
We were members of that video store and rented movies from there
frequently. One morning I had an irate call from the owner of the store, warning me
that Ned and Paul had come in to rent a certain movie (I can't remember now what it was).
The owner refused to rent to them because it was -- and he stressed this many times
-- a hard R movie that he didn't think was appropriate for children.
I had never heard of the movie and while Ned and Paul were certainly
not angels, I could not in my wildest dreams imagine that they would try to rent that sort
of movie behind our backs. I talked with them about it, and they seemed to be as
confused as we were.
I talked with the guy again and he agains daid that he was absolutely
certain it was our children because he had seen them in the store with us. He again
told me about the hard R movie and that if I wanted to see it, I would have to
come down and rent it in person because he refused to turn it over to kids.
I packed the kids in the car and we drove to the video store.
When we walked in and he saw Ned and Paul he became very apologetic and said that
it had not been Ned and Paul. Instead it had been a friend of Paul's and his
brother. I think the guy gave us a free video rental to make it up to us.
I'm sure that Ned and Paul (and later Tom and David) got into plenty
of mischief of which I was unaware, but it was very satisfying to know that in this
instance my instincts and what I thought was knowledge about our kids was right.
They really had not tried to rent a hard R movie.
NOTE: I am spending tomorrow night at my mother's so I can take her to the doctor's on Thursday morning, so the next journal entry will be posted late.
1 comment:
Gee, I thought that method of giving directions was strictly a southern thing. I hate it when I find myself doing that. 8^)
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