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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Cargo pants man

Dawn split heaven from earth this morning as a long-shadowed figure walked toward me silhouetted by the rising sun -- cargo pants man greeted me with a smile -- he with knapsack filled with tools to record the mysteries of the prehistoric desert peoples he told me of -- a laptop notebook to capture thoughts, a Nikon to record burnt fire rings left by Paleo Indians and maybe a Clovis Point would be the jackpot for cargo pants man -- in his quest to imagine rituals and ceremonies that excited his speech in a mysterious sort of way -- his excitement suddenly turned to sobriety when I told of my quest to imagine this fellow called Jesus, he too from a desert clime -- seated atop large boulders he shared tales of Anasazi and Hohokam and Mogollon and I shared my tuna sandwich when he unexpectedly cracked a smile when I imagined Jesus wearing a pair of cargo pants just like those of cargo pants man.

4 comments:

Lucy said...

You eat tuna sandwiches that early in the morning?

Bro. Bartleby said...

Fish is the morning? Wonderful! And what is the only meal that Jesus cooked in the Bible? Fish for breakfast!

Bro. Bartleby said...

Fish "in" the morning?

Lucy said...

I always loved the sound of that fish breakfast, it's true. I like it when Aslan does it in 'The Voyage of the Dawn Treader' too.