Thursday, January 11, 2007

mammoths



one of the women in my yoga class tells me that she used to visit the house I’m staying in, before it became a writer’s residence. “Back when the paleontologist lived in it. He filled the rooms with bits of rock and bones and mastodon tusks. It wasn’t so nice as it is now…but of course as a kid, I thought it was the greatest house in town.” I would probably agree with her, even though the newly-redecorated house is probably more comfortable! There’s a mammoth tusk in the window of one of the closed-for-the-winter gift shops in town. (I can’t imagine trying to get a tusk through airport security these days.)

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