Breakfast questions

Suburban college town 101 degrees

What conversation informing silences can we have ? My oldest friend and I use email to stay in touch. Phone now and then. Now and then in person we are friends. He and I had a shared time in Sacramento in the book business in 1983. Today in his red VW camper-once he had electric cars, 1993, -we go about 9 blocks to the restaurant. VW bus from maybe 81 with no air we chat or Judith does about the play. Sitting down inside cold coffee and poached eggs. To talk when we live lives miles apart and in casual chit chat about life as an employee of the “Tax Authority” conversation turns to Trump in chains. Both my friends agree he invited this on himself. I say nothing but ask if California is going to spilt apart due to differences. My friend's wife laughs and says more likely break away. Talk turns to nominee. Who is Champion for Das LGBTQ Demokrats? Who is heir to Circus Maximus?Both sympathetic to Biden. One thinking he is about as far right as politics permits so a glue for hawk votes and the other saying in response to Harris being impeachment insurance for senility that he STUTTERS and is not AWOL upstairs faraway with his toys.

I smile. Always merry and bright I shift to books. A science fiction series I have no knowledge of hearing and some Economists used in training materials for analysts. We depart the Cafe and surrender the table and walk in the heat seeing no bicycles in the city of bicycles and when we had come previously to Whole Earth Day I noted no hippies either. Walking and talking of time past then getting a lift to the theater where we scramble into air-conditioning to wait an hour for a heroic fantasy play with a moving castle, assorted noble warrior women, and a fable about neutrality.