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PG woke up slowly. It was the first saturday after a week on the new assignment. Saturday is different when you are busy the rest of the week.
The night before had produced a meme poem for trifecta. It was fun. The process of creating these text images gets better the more you do. Last night, the dog pictures were re-edited so the text didn’t cover the paws. This product for this morning features gray letters. Black and white is so harsh, both in race relations as well as graphics.
“The Shepherd” was written by William Blake. It is not known if Allen Ginsberg tripped out over this poem. Some say the Shepherd is really Jesus. PG thinks this is tmi. The text for this production is courtesy of Project Gutenberg.
There were yard sale ads all over the neighborhood. There were balloons rising from the mailbox three doors down, and cars parked everywhere. PG decided it was his neighborly duty to go visit.
It turns out the man of the house had passed away, and his wife was in a retirement home. PG did not know any of this. He asked if the lady was in an old folks home, and was told that this was an offensive expression. Some times you learn two things every day.
When mister and missus moved into the house in 1966, PG was the first person from the neighborhood to talk to them. They did not run away in horror. There was a privacy fence in the back yard, next to the creek where PG played as a kid. When you are younger, the concept of private property is not obvious.