“Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.” – Eli Young Band
In my previous blog entries, we covered most of Utah’s mighty five. I wanted to take you someplace different but similar to the National Parks I’ve visited in the past. Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park is filled with breathtaking landscapes located on the Utah/Arizona border. The location is quite remote with a 14-mile graded dirt road. A truck or an SUV would be the best way to get through the roads leading to most of the major monuments. My friends and I arrived late at night at the campsite and crashed soon after from the long road trip. I did take a moment to appreciate the stars that night. The night sky was so clear I felt like I could just reach out and touch them with my fingertips. The next day I woke up early and…
He dropped some cash into the beggars’ cup and hurried into
He saw the same beggar sitting cross-legged in front of the
He held a sign that read: “Dying from AIDS. Please help me.”
Bonwit dropped some cash into his cup and hurried onto
The N-Judah to Ocean Beach arrived; Bonwit was desperate
to take it.
He wanted to run from the Financial District and its beggars who follow him everywhere, who sit in front of the Pyramid and glare at him: as if he is the one who stripped them of everything and left them to starve.
“They glare at me.,” Bonwit muttered to himself. “Not my secretary; not
old man Lazaro.”
Lazaro’s face formed in his mind; boyish yet old; kind yet cruel.
Bonwit spat on that face and remembered his rage at last night’s dinner.
Lazaro compared Bonwit to a General in a noble army.
“That’s what you are.” Lazaro said. “And the sales force is your troops. They depend on you for supplies and protection. Think of our company as a complex system of privileges and obligations. Your people need you Bonwit.”
“I’m just a fucking travel agent and you’re just an old queen!” Bonwit drunkenly snarled.
“…When the endless servitude of woman is broken, when she lives for and by herself, man — who until now has been abominable — will release her from her duties and she too will be a poet! She will find the unknown! Will her worlds of thought differ from our own? She will discover strange, unfathomable, repulsive, and delicious things. We will take them and understand them.”