INDIAN HILL

  Under soft light   the books   look delicious and ripe.  The Last Bookstore has an old-school vibe, a grocery or packing plant back in the day, angled shelves and back-lit racks of music on vinyl by the windows. Two long red  letherette sofas on a stage platform look good and I sit and read a few pages from 'Wild At Heart', about Lula Fortune and her uncle and he's groping her when she's fifteen or thirteen.    I want to study how Barry Gifford writes this stuff.  After I buy the book we stand outside on the sidewalk, smoking and talking. 

https://plus.google.com/photos/116570597784626887840/albums/5849157066400455681  ... where I live it's warm and we lack assertive boulevards and we don't wa lk in the rain with felt ha ts anymore, we don't wear good leather shoes and overcoat s because we don't have to but want to, so we look to the retro-past for scenes and visions like these . at least I do . there's cheesecak e in there some where, just down the sidewalk out of the rain and it's warm and the glass counter top glows and it's f ul l of creme-filled pastries and the smell of strong fresh coffee and c ho colate cake swirls around the place.   d owntown where I am a jazz bar with all kinds of six ties art work like this has draft beer and kids try and look cool. .. art that used to be called sid ewalk art or tourist art o r the art your parents b rought ba ck from Europe folded up in brown wrapping paper and made you want to go to Paris and see the real th ing somewhere in a ni ...