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LESLIE'S JOURNAL |
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| Date: 12th April
| Time: 12:22am | Place: Lawrence Steger's apartment, Chestnut St. | |||
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We start driving tomorrow. Our bright red Pontiac Grand-Am is parked right outside Lawrence Steger's apartment, across the street from 'the cross house', a house covered in hundreds of memorial crosses made by an old Polish man. The collection includes Hollywood stars (Ingrid Bergman, Mickey Rooney and Sammy Davis Jr. are particularly prominent); historical/literary figures like King Arthur and Lancelot; an extensive selection of Popes and, interestingly, some adjectives. The man, whose name Lawrence can't remember, died two years ago and now his sister lives in the house. I can't help wondering, of course, if anyone added a cross for him.
The flowers in Lawrence's garden are just beginning to announce themselves, though its been snowing on and off all weekend and more like Christmas than Easter. Being nomadic I always rather envy people with gardens. Paul is the best gardener we know in Britain. When we visited him in Belfast in March he took us for a walk along the Antrim coast where we collected lots of large purple and gray shells which we have left scattered around the bases of Lawrence's trees. I always feel a little transparent just before starting a trip in the sense that I imagine I have stopped casting a shadow even before I leave. Chicago is solid, but I fancy myself a little hazy round the edges tonight. |
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