This is perhaps my first spring away from the US in about 20 years, yes, I won't miss the pollen and oak allergies, but I will miss the berries, blooms, colors, the new bustle of life from the dead of winter. However, I make the most of what I have so, check this linkout (S'il vous plait?): LINK
This is my initiation to Mitch Albom's works and may I say, it is enthralling. Finished the book by the 2nd time I opened it. The Time Keeper is a transporting fiction that borrows from the ancient Babylonian times wherein the main character “Dor” becomes the first human to count and or keep time. As a boy, Dor was gentle-hearted, the kind that wondered about the things around him and asked innocent questions. Whereas, his brother “Nim” was the overachiever, visionary-type that built "that" tower intended to skyscrape toward Heaven. At this point I wonder if the names of the the brothers “Nim" and “Dor” (backwards for “Rod”), put together completing “Nimrod,” (the delusional dude in the Bible that built the Tower of Babel) was intentional. But I digress.
Going back to the book, Dor falls in love with childhood mate Alli, during their time as husband and wife, Alli falls ill and upon nearing her death, Dor has a meltdown and decides he will stop his wife’s suffering by scaling upward the tower to talk to the “gods.” As he did so, the people building said tower follows his ascend, the tower and the people then begin to fall, language confusion starts and the only one that reaches the outer dimension is Dor who enters a sort of purgatorial place and at this point becomes - the father of time.
While in limbo, Dor’s tears becomes a pool of psychedelic blue (or something) and through it he begins to hear human beings’ plead for “time” for eons. Among the voices heard through this portal pool of sound, two stand out, that of a cancer-striken billionaire pleading for more time and that of an insecure teenager who cannot wait for time when asked out on a date by the most popular jock in school who turns out to be a jerk. Subsequently, Dor, a.k.a. Father Time is given a chance to redeem his transgression by being sent here to earth to intervene with the bad impending heartaches of these two and thereby completing his own journey as well.
This book is very imaginative, descriptive and a bit mystical which perhaps is a common thread with Mitch Albom (ex. Five Peeps You Meet in Heaven) right? To be honest I did not get anything religious here, just a fascinating story told that transcended elements and yet maintained the frailty of humans which in itself is a fascinating matter and the book is page-turner because of these traits. It is good light reading and has made me curious about Albom’s other books. If you are the dreamy, romantic and the interested kind, give this one a tumble, it won’t be a waste of time, pun intended.
A stumbled into a notable 'hole in the wall' restaurant in Central Florida, about 47 miles from Tampa named The Tartan Table and dining here was intimate and flavorful. I sampled a Scottish Meat Pie made from Angus Beef which was served with mash (potatoes), chips (or fries) and a freshly baked dinner roll by the cook who also owned the place. Turns out, the cook is a native of Edinburgh, she was in the restaurant business there and is a transplant to Spring Hill, Fl. I was much obliged that the pie crust she used for my meat pie was the puff pastry-type, that buttery flair to it I remember distinctly and the chips (which we do not have much expectations from) were crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside.
The ambiance and decor was of course Scottish and each table was clothed with different Tartan patterns that represented a few clans from Scotland; I dined at the “Taylor” clan table, as it were.
My waiter was a personable young man who was very well versed with the menu, theme and the nuance of the place. It was a special touch that the chef/owner herself came to meet me at the table and chatted a bit. It’s gestures like that which make dining special. I just relished in the pleasant experience I had here and if I ever go back to the area, I will want to visit it again.
Lately, I've had the inclination towards mysterious places, be it spots I chanced upon the inter webs, books or locations I may have visited from before. I do remember going to this Arizona town named Bisbee and to this day I am still perplexed by it’s state. The town stood as if suspended in time, somewhat ghostly, yet one could see the town’s vista in the US92 thoroughfare.
The Lavander Pit
Bisbee, was set up as a prime mining town of copper, gold and silver around 1880 thanks to the nearby Lavander Pit. The quarry was very rich in minerals and has yielded much of the turquoise deposits (known as the Bisbee Blue) in the southwest along with other semiprecious stones like Azurite, Aragonite and Cuprite.
As I moseyed through the town I found quite an eclectic, new age-y feel to it. History did also reveal that Bisbee was quite the hippy, counter-culture hub in the 60s and it’s esoteric art all around proves it.
I spy w/ my little eye: Frida, Elvis and an obscure Hula girl...
Art fence for the communal garden, I think...
Even though Bisbee is the current seat of the Cochise County of Arizona, it had that bucolic feel to it, yea, even a torpidity in the afternoon air. Perhaps when the quarry became depleted, so went it’s energy. Is the bygone feel Bisbee’s charm today where it sits? That’s for the sojourner to say, isn't it?
Would make a nice coffee shop, Ey?
A touch of torpedo...
In an odd way, Bisbee took my interest because it’s like several decades were deposited in one mountain here, the old west Americana, standing true to its motto, “an American Original.”