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Thursday, April 5

ptown april 2007

here in provincetown with my god-daughter zora, her best pal hannah,
my best friend trey, a.k.a zora's mom
and a whole lot of rather FAT seagulls

its cold
been rainy
still the off season
but there's a sleepy foggy calm not to mention a whole lotta folks who drank too much in the winter ambling about and i natch
feel my inner art child coming out to play

there is something truly fabu about seeing ptown thru the eyes of 9 year olds
for instance
one no longer has to worry about how good or bad the food in a joint might be
but rather how many wikkie sticks spell?they dole out and what caliber of crayon and coloring book they provide
the lobster pot was the clear ruler
and hey
food's not bad either

and now a word from mama trey extraordinare

"as a parent i'm beyond the phase where 9 year olds impress me with their limited cultural and culinary tastes instead they surprise me in other ways. Like how they understand people older and supposedly more complicated then they are or how they manage to take a spring break trip to a cold and damp place and still behave as if they were in Miami or Disneyland. I don't pretend to believe they have special powers of perception or have learned "the secret" instead I chalk it up to the pleasures and wonder of youth. "

my pal tralena is a friggen poet
s'all i got to say