We have been many places.
Wherein each color represents a new day of travel completed between May 31 and June 9.
Since last writing I have filled my days with boxes and rooftops and kissing and crying and driving with the windows down and listening to Joy Division and driving with the windows up and listening to Joy Division and campfires and farmbeds and childhood beds and James Joyce and highway waking dreams and letters never sent and weddings and shrimp cocktail and a churning ice ocean and friends’ parents’ back porches and speeding home in the dark along 22, that familiar cut between the mountains, pulling into the driveway and hearing the car settle, seeing a light on inside.
I write to you from Huntingdon, PA, where currently we catsit for Archie and Feather, aka the Kittyboys, a gang of highly affectionate ne’er-do-wells. (More on them in subsequent posts.) I am shellshocked, filled with love, my compass is broken but these hills are familiar.
Here are the cats of recent days.
This is a lion. Sighted in Park Slope, Brooklyn, NY
This cat will jump if you let him. Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, NY
Olive’s opinions on Shel Silverstein’s adult work are still undecided. Crown Heights, Brooklyn, NY
Kitties abound at Mike Shea and Christina’s. Crown Heights, Brooklyn, NY
I’m just a kitty alone in the world. On the way to Sarah’s, Crown Heights, Brooklyn, NY
Olive loves Kat and often writes about it. Crown Heights, Brooklyn, NY
Lil’ Steve enjoyed box jungleland for a spell, though it tired her so. Crown Heights, Brooklyn, NY
Last picture of Olive on St Marks Avenue. Crown Heights, Brooklyn, NY
As we do with all things, we moved Olive in the most impractical manner possible. Crown Heights, Brooklyn, NY
Safely at Uncle Roy’s for the summer. Downtown, Brooklyn, NY
Coffee at Big Steve’s, Easton, PA
(Just in case you forgot who you were.) Easton, PA