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Food trucks --with poetry
This past Friday was Food Truck Friday in my town.

So many marvelous choices! (This is just a sampling)

I got empanadas from La Mesa and some fried plantains from a Caribbean truck (not pictured). People were picnicking, but I was bringing my goodies home for family.
I did, however, stop to get a "wicked short" poem from Attack Bear Press's poetry vending machine:

I got an untitled haiku by Melissa Silva:
sun-shade dappled path--
beeeee-bzzz-see-seee-seee-dz-dsee
Blue Winged Warbler sings
Jason Montgomery, the Attack Bear in the picture of the vending machine, told me that on the trees at the front of the school grounds where Food Truck Friday was happening had the transcribed story of his grandmother's migration to the United States from Mexico in the early 20th century. Her story was vivid--here is the introductory placard and a few others from the trees:




It was very pleasant! Much better than my other main excitement of the week, which was to contract a TERRIBLE case of poison ivy for which I'm now on steroids ....

So many marvelous choices! (This is just a sampling)




I got empanadas from La Mesa and some fried plantains from a Caribbean truck (not pictured). People were picnicking, but I was bringing my goodies home for family.
I did, however, stop to get a "wicked short" poem from Attack Bear Press's poetry vending machine:

I got an untitled haiku by Melissa Silva:
sun-shade dappled path--
beeeee-bzzz-see-seee-seee-dz-dsee
Blue Winged Warbler sings
Jason Montgomery, the Attack Bear in the picture of the vending machine, told me that on the trees at the front of the school grounds where Food Truck Friday was happening had the transcribed story of his grandmother's migration to the United States from Mexico in the early 20th century. Her story was vivid--here is the introductory placard and a few others from the trees:




It was very pleasant! Much better than my other main excitement of the week, which was to contract a TERRIBLE case of poison ivy for which I'm now on steroids ....
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I hope your poison ivy feels better soon! That's no fun.
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Hear that, poison ivy rash? Wanda Lotus commands you!
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I hope the steroids take care of yours quickly. And the food truck day sounds so lovely.
P.
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Poison ivy grows **everywhere** near me. It's like an apex plant or something.
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Here's to the lack of return of the rash.
P.
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But it worked, and all was well.
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Well, one way or another it will all clear up. (How long was his course of steroids?)
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My course is just 10 days, so with luck I don't become dependent.
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I love the idea of a poetry vending machine. Thanks for the transcription and the photographs of the grandmother's story.
Much better than my other main excitement of the week, which was to contract a TERRIBLE case of poison ivy for which I'm now on steroids ....
That part is not good! Take care of yourself! I hate poison ivy.
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The grandmother's story had many more episodes, including having a lamb that kept butting her mother, plus all kinds of dire employment.
ETA: And thank you for the good wishes re: the poison ivy. I will slather myself with people's good words and hopefully the poison ivy rash will get the message.
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I'm sorry about the poison ivy - and so glad we don't have it!
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And I'm so sorry about the poison ivy! Yuck! Also steroids, yuck though useful!
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And many thanks for the poison ivy condolences :-)
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But the rest of your excitement was so beautiful. Viva such Food Truck Fridays. Stories and food. What poetic and visceral (and heartbreaking) views into peoples' lives.
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And thank you for sharing my Food Truck, poetry, and family-history excitement <3