A crag to cling to,
a bit of Sunday morning respite
lodged between the working hours.
Re-sorting the trunk & its contents--
cable, coffeemaker, tripod head & snacks.
The untouched oranges keep lolling around
like sponge-skinned softballs.
I bring the bananas in for dad.
So to review:
Friday was a 1/2 day at work
I even leave 15 mins early as I'm worried about leaves.
Providence finds me.
Right up the street from the office,
my usual right turn shortcut--
a gold-spun lot behind the Stoneham Public Library.
Yellow leaves everywhere.
Fresh kills and maple slaughter.
I have a rake
and a single ACE Hardware Store bag
which I readily fill within minutes.
And literally across the street from me--
an ACE Hardware Store w/ 5 more bags for $2.99!
I kid you not.
In fifteen minutes time I'm on the road home,
the front of the worktruck stuffed in triplicate.
The whole weekend I dodge dad,
I'm up & out before he's even awake...
or he's heading over to Beverly's for yardwork
or walking
as I'm pulling into the drive.
I get back to the house Friday afternoon,
switch off vehicles w/ a minimum of query.
In fact, dad's all distracted as he's lost his cell phone
again.
(it is ultimately found tucked into one of the blanket
folds on his bed)
Then he's out the door
and shortly, thereafter, so am I.
ALPS pick-up is spotless.
Gobo rotator, gobos ie. snow, swirling leaves, & dots
plus 50 foot "stingers"...
the latter the fancy-smancy tech talk
for extension cords.
I apologize to Nicole again for my brother.
During the prior week as she was demonstrating
the gobo rotator,
Tim was along for the ride and he was a might...
oh shall we say exhuberant?
at having passed the bar.
He high-fived the random guy in the warehouse,
did a Bo Diddly shuffle to the loudspeaker radio...
and all sorts of cloud-nine antics.
Next pick-up is the tricky bit.
I miscalculate big-time @ Rule Broadcast.
There is no way I'm loading Porta-Jib, tracks,
(6) c-stands + into my ride.
A Tetras fanatic couldn't work it.
No freakin' way.
It's a two-trip trick...
unfortunately, the trip is to Hubbardston, MA.
A long waaays off.
Bryan gets a consult rate from Rule's delivery service
but it's over a hundred bucks.
The band can't affort that...
& it's more than the current petty cash.
So after some back-and-forth I figure it out.
Always the thinking man's producer, that's me.
Mr. Problem Solver.
I temporarily store some stuff w/ Walter & Edrie
at their apartment literally up the street in Allston.
I'll reclaim it later that evening,
after my 1st Hubbardston trek.
Then just leave the remainder in car
until I drive out Sat morning for call time.
Viola!
So just when I think I'm cookin'
and I'm stalled in pre-highway traffic @ Alewife
(some 20 mins+ now from Rule)
I remember Stu's warning about BNC to RCA
connectors for HD monitor.
Last time Rule short-changed us
and I had to leave set for a splash-dash to the
nearest Radio Shack.
So I call Rule
and yes it's well after 5PM...
but Bryan is still there.
Sure enough, Rule short-changed us again!
So I have to drive all the way back.
God bless Bryan, though.
He didn't have to stay.
Friday after 5PM & he's waiting for some
nobody no-spend like me
to come calling for connectors?
I shall purchase him breakfast Monday AM
for equipment return.
I'm cutting it close by the time I get to Rte 2
& I'm definitely 10 mins tardy as I call our
key contact, Betty Ann.
She & her husband are waiting patiently @ barn.
I pull off main road into last lap to location
and I immediately get stuck behind some doofas
w/ his trunk wide open
& (2) trash barrels gaping back at me like
plastic green buckteeth.
Said doofas is driving all of 5 mph.
He finally turns
and I speed up..,
headlights knifing barren Central MA.
And that's when the cop pulls me over...
TO BE CONTINUED
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