he finally met his daughters Reiki master

it occurred to him that when she was a little girl he didnt let her visit a friend or conceive of an overnight unless he had met her friends parents 

                         no fuckin brainer  he vetted

he was vetted

parents keenly watching out for their children

                                                 and in this thinking an epiphany occurred  while his daughter had been training with her Master for many years he had never met herYES his daughter had childrenwas an adult yet and because they lived hundreds of miles apart he hadnt had the opportunity to meet her

so since he made a sudden visithis daughter already had planned a session he asked her if he could ride along to meet Karren then leave them to their Reiki and he would walk for a cup of coffee  afterwards she could pick him up

Such a deal 

Karren is a beautiful spirit

they embraced when they met

then he left them to their Reiki and he went for his coffee  he carried his everpresent cloth sackhung by its handles over his shoulder which held pens paper clipboard and usually two books though cut to one as the session would be an hour and a half

his daughter recommended an organic food store not a mile off along the way home when she finished her session  called Erewhon

he remembered the store  upscale  attracted the attractive peoplewealthy people who could afford expensive organic foods

the storeas he recalled was magnificent  maintained to peakperfection it gave him goosebumps to walk in and pay five dollars for an medium organic black drip coffeehe hadnt had a coffee out in well  he couldnt remember the last time  whywouldhe  he had coffee and a coffeemaker at home he glibly defied convenient products

he took an outdoor four-chair table in the shade to himself

it was hot outside

most of the customers remained indoors in the lavish café that had counters countertables and intimate café tables four chairs  knee to knee 

setting his coffecup and saucer down he slipped his carryall to the tabletop across from him 

he picked up the book he brought  JFK and The Unspeakable: Why He Died and Why It Matters a harrowing insightful political and US Intelligence history  their audacity hubris their wicked wicked ways 

                                                                                            it made him gag to be an American 

No  he wasnt going to readhe read as he walked over No he was going to write his daughter letterhe used to have coffees and write letters while people looked over his shoulder and asked what language he was writing in he guessed audacity didnt stop at Intelligences waters edge  he did though enjoy the slap of their jaws when they hit the floor whenwithout looking up he said  English

to be fair to the eavesdroppers his handwriting had flourisheshe could have been a tagger and he defied writing line after linehe wrote small organic wholes then spun the pagetilted iwent upside down and traversed whole to whole with arced arrowheaded lines mishmash in brilliant BICred ink every pagefront and back looked organic looked artfully

but thats because it appealed to him

he never received one of his letters

he thought if he had he would be thoroughly entertained 

it wasnt necessary his words communicated anything 

he called it mosaic 

his parents said they could only read a page at a time

they called it a labyrinth 

See! even his parents could get onboard

                                           however they also complained it was not easy to read or comprehend

he laughed If it made you thinkeven if you didnt understand a word of it it made you think I dont care if you can read it or not If some worm turned in your brain I did what I wanted to do

so he put JFK aside and wrote his daughter letter

he lifted his eyes to the customers coming to the store out of the parking lot

manymany bodacious women scantilyclad it was a hot day

but the surprisehe was grateful his daughter hadnt showed up yet was the two bikers on chopped Harleys wearing black leather colours insigna filthy hair moustached beards grisly bulked up tatted

                                                                                       it seemed Erewhon preceded itself and attracted clientele like moths to a bright lightbulb in the dark

his daughter arrived before the bikers exited

                                               he was curious what they might have purchased he prayedand he didnt pray it wasnt beer or alcohol

1615,  Moanday,  5  8. 19

234 or 1434,  Sunday,  11  8. 19

Ides of March  Vehicle  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXvegzWNIps