Stores are called stores because you have to get more, so you go to the store.
Pick of the Litter: Crushed ice cream cup.
Terminal Audio: “The belt must be cleared of merchandise by a store employee. Please wait for an employee.”
Other day when I was swimming I was thinking about Lukacs Theory of the Novel and wonder if the novel form now joins the epic in terms of (not) being the way we record the story of contemporary men and women and action.
There was a heron in the sky near the Sears auto shop at Berkshire Mall this morning 6:41. Air traffic was calmer and less turbulent than highway traffic, which seemed unyielding and on fast forward. The big bird seemed relaxed and purposeful on its west northwest track, taking a gentle nudge of a turn north near the former Borders bookstore.