Think back to the first time you and your friends tried mixing all the sodas in the pop fountain. You watched each different fizz cascade into the 64 oz. Big Gulp, mesmerized as the cola-colored puddle metamorphosed into a rust-colored, guaranteed gut-buster of a beverage. You thought to yourself, "Is this a good idea?"

And if you're anything like me, you said, "What the hell," and took a sip and even as you felt your Cheetoes and chocolate milk crawling back up your throat (with just a hint of Dr. Pepper), you swore to all your friends--you swore to God--that it was the "best thing ever made, try it, you gotta try it, just try it." And in the end, after fighting back your lunch, you decided it wasn't really that bad. And you took another sip.

That's what life is like in mredison's neighborhood. Welcome.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Committee on Committees

It was time for my fifteen minute break and so I escaped to the outdoors with my banana to take a walk. I rounded the corner and nearly bumped into an older guy walking down from his porch to his truck. He stepped back, just avoiding the "Impeach Bush" and "Let your light shine: Vote Peace!" signs perched in his front lawn.

His appearance is worth mentioning: short, squat (but not fat), older. The most striking thing was his coke-bottle glasses and pure white hair that fell over his denim jacket in a ponytail. He spoke first:

"It's a beautiful day! So beautiful we couldn't figure out anything to bitch and moan about. So we formed a committee."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So now we bitch and moan about the committee. Did you know the city of Madison has a committee on committees?"

I said I didn't and open-mouth laughed, despite having half a banana jammed in there.

"You take care now, neighbor!" he said and hopped into his little blue Toyota pick up and drove off.

It was time to go back to work, so I chomped down the last of the banana and headed back. God I love this city.
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