‎"...a little 'trouty', but quite good" ~ Eve Kendall, North By Northwest

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Chris still wonders how much of this story is true

Years ago I ran over a bunny rabbit in the road on the way to my friend's house. It was not on purpose.

Since it was on the way to my friend's house, I had to pass the scene of the crime on a regular basis. On one trip I noticed that at the exact spot of the bunny's demise there was a fresh repair in the road. The lines of tar looked like a message and for just a second I wondered if the road was trying to communicate something. Perhaps it was a warning to other bunnies. Or maybe the psychic impact had a thermo-dynamic effect on the pavement, causing it to crack in ways that could be read like tea leaves.

I began looking at other tar repairs, wondering in turn what each one meant. Some were obviously just repairs but many were intricate and meaningful. Maybe the paving crew was Hindu?

One day not long after the Bunny Incident, Sugarplum and I were on a walk through the White Cedar Swamp. She noticed some markings on a tree and because I am not to be trusted, I told her that those were notes left by the fairies and gnomes who live in the swamp. Most of them were love notes, I told her, pointing at one.

I realized the pattern I was pointing to was the exact same pattern as the one in the street.

I wonder how many times the lies I tell my children are actually true.

Over the next year I saw it in:
1) a tattoo
2) graffiti
3) soba noodles left on a plate next to me at a sushi bar

Then I was at a party and the man next to me said that he was a prophet. He seemed pretty smart and totally not weird or anything so I asked him about the symbol I kept seeing.

Turns out he had said "prof" not "prophet" but as luck would have it he taught Bible history, which was handy because I had started wondering if it was something in Aramaic and maybe I was channeling a dead priest and if so did the stigmata hurt?

I drew it for him on a cocktail napkin. No, he told me. It was not Aramaic. But he offered to look into it and tucked the napkin in his pocket. Astonishingly, I never heard from him again.

The last time I saw it, it came tick tick ticking out of my fax machine quite out of the blue. There was a new Persian restaurant in town and they were faxing over their menu.

It means soup.