Sitting at the Bel-Aire Diner, accepting complements for the fabulous foldable keyboard and waiting on a grilled cheese w/bacon sammich.
I am waddling around town in a new pair of MBT shoes. I say waddle because these shoes have a buoyancy that takes some getting used to. I stocked up on big bandages after wearing them and tearing up the back of my ankle — whatever that region is called. I will not likely exchange these shoes partly because the fit feels perfect but also because I stepped in dog shit and might have trouble returning such soiled items. I just need to break them in.
The radio is on here but I can barely hear it over the general noise of people and activity. I keep hearing a voice, though, that sounds like Dan Tullis, who “just talked to Joel Clark” in what I think is a strangely contoured radio commercial for life insurance. The point of the commercial is to demonstrate how cheap life insurance can be from one company, but as Joel Clark’s explanation reaches its climax his voice shrinks, and it seems to sink into a deep silo or a bucket. By the time he quotes the actual price it sounds to me like Joel Clark has drowned.
It was Dan Tullis’ voice, not Joel Clark’s, that I heard mixing in the air at Bel-Aire.
