harry potter and the deathly hallows!

tonight, i listened as my voice and my daughter's voice went out to the berkshire hills (in my imagination) and visited all our friends there that we havent seen or even spoken to in several years. she and i are both singing on the track that a radio show out there selected for tonight's broadcast--and all i wonder is: god! how's nancy? we didnt really speak after i asked her WHAT THE HELL?!!? about all the flags that went waving on september 12th and 13th, 2001 after the towers fell: was it solidarity? or war?! she adopted our cat when we left that year, and i gave her a forest of plants that i couldnt (unfortunately) take with me.
'course, you can never take it with you. and: wow, i wonder if that little pub they opened on main st in chatheam did well, and do you remember the film festival that year? ang lee premiered flying dragons and danny aiello was in the audience that night, publicizing dinner rush, which was shot at his restaurant in tribeca. we were about to premiere caspar hauser in nyc and philly but well, anyway, that's what i was thinking when the song started, and my backup singer was sitting right next to me. the night was coming on quick.

hopefully, alice enjoyed her song.

my mother called me at the end of the broadcast, on the ferry to whidby island, on her way to my brother's gig at the doghouse saloon. she did a mess of dance work out there on whidby in the last couple years, and alice had an internship out there years ago. fullish circle.

as per today's title, someone was watching the mailbox like a freak this week, i didnt know why, but come this morning, progress! arrival! amazing! the final installment of the harry potter fantasmagoria, a phenomenon i have witnessed first hand, not as a reader but a bemused bystander--there are potter fans and then there are the rest of us. but i am not without regard for the whole thing: more power to those who get it! ;) and esp to my very happy daughter who has been waiting for her preorder copy for a hundred million long and saturated months! thank god for the mailman! now, we can all EXHALE (and be extremely quiet while she reads the thing from start to finish this weekend-48 hours of TOTAL silence. and i do mean SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)


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