chunky peanut butter too

In another part of San Diego, in another decade, I would hear roosters calling out early in the morning. “Welcome, welcome Friday”, it was like they were saying. In the world, and of the world. Their songs and the rising sun not two separate things. Imagine that. And then there was me, somewhere in Spring Valley, the one up wicked early, way before dawn, and as such right there to hear those welcoming rooster calls. And I’m here, at the junction of San Diego’s Banker’s Hill and Hillcrest, this Friday morning, wondering how there is any separation at all among me and the gate-keeper roosters and the inevitably rising sun.

I was reading about “Yakety Yak” a short while ago. Not the Coasters’ song, more like a way of living – or not living – your life. But, I do love that song, and the kind of right-here ‘thusness’ of its lyrics. “Take out the papers and the trash.” “Don’t you give me no dirty look.” Really good stuff, planet enriching and even, possibly, planet saving, when you think about it.

Waking up early and sitting quietly. The sun coming up (“Big wheel keeps on turning.”). Roosters behaving as only roosters can. Taking out the papers and the trash. What more could a young boy hope for on a Friday morning?