December's Fruit

[rejectomorph]

Yesterday afternoon, after the sun had emerged from the grey day, and all the sky turned blue and silver, I had occasion to go to the other side of town. Over the fence of a yard along a side street, I saw caught in a shaft of light passing between the pines, what I at first took to be some type of holiday decoration. Dozens of red globes hung from the branches of an otherwise bare tree. As I drew closer, I realized that it was a persimmon tree, loaded with ripe fruit. There are no persimmons growing in my neighborhood, nor along any of the streets which I am accustomed to traveling, so I see them rarely. To see one in fruit is quite an impressive sight. I have never been fond of persimmons. I like the flavor, but I find the slithery texture odd, and the furry sensation which they give my tongue is very unpleasant. But the trees, heavy with bright fruit, are delightful to see. I wouldn't mind having one in my yard, just to look at. The birds could eat the fruit, I'm sure.

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[thirdhand.livejournal.com]

i really liked reading this post.

[rejectomorph]

You're still reading? You haven't been around much, lately.

I thought you had vanished into a video game, and only came out to make an occasional cryptic post, or go to the mall (after dark) to get thrown out.

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[thirdhand.livejournal.com]

i never get thrown out after dark!

[rejectomorph]

I never hung out at the mall. I don't think there was a mall within twenty miles of my house. We went downtown. We hung out in Pershing Square, with the winos and the political ranters and the hellfire-and-damnation preachers and the male prostitutes and the old guys playing checkers, and (sometimes) the Salvation Army Band. Then we would go to the Biltmore Hotel and ride the elevators until they kicked us out, and then we would go to the Hilton and ride their elevators. Once, we dropped pennies down the stairwell at the Biltmore, and heard them clinking off the banisters all down the thirteen floors. We got thrown out of the Biltmore a lot. We got thrown out of a lot of places a lot, both before and after dark. There are always more places downtown to get thrown out of than there are in a mall.

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[thirdhand.livejournal.com]

words of wisdom.

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