Yesterday I was at the Sunday market in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle. The clack-clack sound of old-school typewriters was wafting through the air, together with the smell of fried goodies and fresh flowers. This is what I saw:
Coolest thing ever. My friends asked me: what would your topic be?
We had a few ha-has joking about Italian men and some choice adjectives for potential topics (we had had a nice long chatty at brunch about my Adventures in Dating), and then we threw out some jokey topics that people might suggest to these modern-day bards: pets, bubbles, pets named Bubbles.
I sidled up and told my orange-typewritered-versifier that I had a topic. He told me “10 minutes.”
And this was the result:
Read to me, on the spot.
So if you’re ever at the Ballard market, might I suggest you too name your topic, name your price?
Thank you, Trip.