tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post8883545569804316988..comments2023-11-05T01:52:12.815-07:00Comments on FRANKENSTEIN1959: Letting The Chilly Girl Have The CabWayne Allen Salleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199261942617339556noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-21682932177686646682007-09-12T22:02:00.000-06:002007-09-12T22:02:00.000-06:00I missed out on the Monday Night Mystery Tour-- op...I missed out on the Monday Night Mystery Tour-- open house night at the high school. A lot of smiling and nodding and making rash promises to parents that I won't open their children's minds <I>too </I> far, and not as much fun as literature-and-stout fueled explorations of the midnight town. Next time you meet the Chinese cabbie, ask if he knows the great Li Bo's "Waking Up Drunk by Moonlight":<BR/>I awake in the night,<BR/>And find the room turned to silver--<BR/>Could there have been a snow so soon?<BR/>It's just the moon, <BR/>Coming through the window.<BR/>Lying back down, <BR/>I think suddenly of home.Michael Fountain: Blood for Inkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05636180492565972504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-30390850238639588102007-09-11T07:46:00.000-06:002007-09-11T07:46:00.000-06:00Had it truly been the Karma cab you would have fou...Had it truly been the Karma cab you would have found a winning lottery ticket in the seat with no identification or possibility of identifying the person who purchased it. But the Chinese poet sounds worth meeting.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-52246655372970517692007-09-11T07:33:00.000-06:002007-09-11T07:33:00.000-06:00Extremely nice story. I have only been to Chicago ...Extremely nice story. <BR/><BR/>I have only been to Chicago one time. It was a truly hideous experience and I vowed nevernevernevernevernevernevernever to return. Never. Never.<BR/><BR/>Never.<BR/><BR/>My nephew went and hit the museums and had a great time, and he told me that I needed to go at least to the Field Museum to see Sue, but I never have.<BR/><BR/>On that first visit, I drove in with Mark Rainey. My first sight in the early morning rush hour with the interstate a packed stream of chromium molasses, was of the horrific towers of Cabrini Green on my right. Some Third World Nightmare. I recall that some of the windows in the towers were shattered outward and the facade around them were blackened from some moderate flames that had carbonized the spaces around the windows. I wondered what would happen to us should my van break down at that point. Nothing good. I stopped sweating as it very slowly receded into the distance behind us.<BR/><BR/>I've since been told that Cabrini Green is no more. Gone like the WTC towers. The wind.James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.com