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8月25日 Dream vacations for AmericansNow, I spent a semester studying Hawaiian, so I'm not going to knock Hawaii. And I spent a semester in Europe and I'm not going to knock it either, but why doesn't anyone want to go to Madagascar? They've got lemurs and weird stone labyrinths in their forests ("tsingy" from the Malagasy, "walking on tip-toe"--the official English terminology for the formations is karst, I think). Quote
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1月1日 We Two Kings of Idaho AreDateline: King's Bar, Priest River, ID
Gus's first memory of the bar was at three or four. He lived in the middle of nowhere, near National Forest, on a hard-to-get to road. Lightening had set a neighbor's hill on fire and when it was out, all the people who had fought it came down, exhausted and dirty and decided to go to King's. (In the bar, the apostrophe actually looks like a bead of sweat, or maybe a tear. There's a chalice to the left of the 'k'.) Gus wanted to go with them but was left behind. He chased after the panel truck everyone rode in for a quarter of a mile, having a tantrum.
He'd never stepped into King's til tonight, but we had heard that it was owned by some gay guys and were awfully curious about that. (Gus's little brother tells us there are three gay kids who are out in his school--it's the far, far north of Idaho here. There are about 1,800 people in Priest River. The gay kids took us all by surprise.)
We got in, I ordered an orange juice/cranberry juice and a grilled cheese. It's unclear which of those two requests made the waitress look at me like I was crazy, but Gus was pretty sure that it was the lack of alcohol. She was maybe in her 50s, a full head of long white hair. She had the feel of someone raised in Seattle who had found this little other world to settle down in. But somehow you had the sense that she could never really settle down.
She was friendlier after I apologized for forcing her to man the grill. Gus mentioned he'd never been in King's even though he had grown up around Priest River. She said it was the nicest of the bars. She said, "Where are you from--San Francisco?" We said yeah, and she said, "It's the one you're least likely to get in a fight. Especially if you're from San Francisco." Her voice was plain and soft, there was no drama in the moment, we concealed our surprise til she had gone to tend the other people at the bar who were talking about big trucks and ammo.
When she came back we heard that the real problem bars are down the road towards Sandpoint (pop. 8,000), where the patrons are young, the fights are over girls, and everyone's high on meth.
What gave away our city of origin? The grilled cheese? Gus's cranberry and vodka? My sweater? Gus's shirt? I guess a seasoned waitress knows signs. |
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