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February 14, 2009

photo posted from my iPhone
Fisher and I got our first attendance star at the February meeting of the Bay Area Searchers last Thursday at the First Baptist Church of San Bruno. That puts us in the running for a silver half dollar if we are the most consistent over the course of the year.
There was a raffle as well, for coins, two bottles of wine, a strange Chinese urn, it looked like disreputible flea market booth and the spinning hopper with raffle tickets inside didn’t lend legitamacy to the affair.
There I sat in the Church gymnasium, the basketball hoop ratched up towards the ceiling, MDF tables with metal legs unfurled set up in a square. You’re looking at Bobby, the club’s president, and Joy sits to his right and tells him what to do next.
To be continued. (I’m driving)

3 Comments

  1. those early white clay pipes (like the one in the right corner of the picture) are fairly common along the river bank over here in NH.

    Comment by millar — February 14, 2009 @ 1:28 pm

  2. those brown bottles are fairly common under the bleachers at the babe ruth field across from the junior high. porno mags too.

    Comment by donny laundry — February 14, 2009 @ 5:18 pm

  3. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish my story about that night, but that black collar thing was a parole bracelet. It had an 800 number and prisoner ID number!

    Comment by Rolston — February 19, 2009 @ 8:51 am

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