I wonder if by ditching the (smog) moniker, Bill Callahan is suggesting that he has in fact finally made good?
Yesterday afternoon, as I was biking down to the garden to fetch some oregano for the posole, a gigantic male raccoon came waddling up beside me.
“Hey!” I shouted, bringing the bike to a squeaking stop “What are you doing out this time of day?” The raccoon gave me a sneer then loped across the street and disappeared into a storm drain.
I rode over to the drain and peered down through the metal grate. I could see a pointy nose, and two beady eyes staring back up at me for a moment then they disappeared and I heard him clamber down the culvert.
“See you at the Bill Callahan show!” I shouted into the drain.
POSTSCRIPTO: Sad news, the little bugger didn’t make it. We saw him creamed on the center-line of Turk street. All the way from Davis to San Francisco…so close, so far, so it goes. The show was amazing though.
Photo: Cynthia Dall nicked from here.
