Tuesday, June 19, 2007


by Rose Marie Weekly
The Monthly Columnist

As I was wending my way to church in my new Go-Go boots Father's Day morning, relishing the savory berries I plucked from a wild boysenberry bush, still fresh with morning dew, I was thinking of something that Robert Frost had written as a prologue to his 1914 collection of poems, North of Boston, because he writes all about things like blueberries and apples and cottages.


I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. -- You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long. -- You come too.

It's Frost's invitation to join him in his personal adventures with nature and the characters he meets along the way. I imagined were Frost alive today, he'd probably be a huge Al Gore supporter. So I decided to think of something else.

Like where I was going to put my bags that I carry around for when I go shopping so I can save the planet and feel good about myself and tell everyone how good I feel so they can all feel good and we can all just feel good about ourselves -- and how I could hew the next tiniest-little incident that happened to me into a partisan affair of epoch proportion.

I wonder if berries lean left or right. Oh, but that's besides the point.

So where was I? Bags? I 've got 'em all. Plastic bags. Canvas totes. My pursed lips also come in handy at times, too.

I looked to the heavens for inspiration and that's when I saw it: A huge billboard for WDVE showing Jim and Randy using the toilet. And I thought, what a great place to hang my bags!

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