Sunday, December 31, 2006

BEST BEERS OF 2006

Below are my favorite beers of 2006. They are not necessarily in order of favoritism, although Thomas Hardy’s Ale and Young’s Double Chocolate Stout were my top two favorite beers of 2006.

#1—Thomas Hardy’s Ale
a Barley Wine by O’Hanlon’s Brewing
8.5 ounce bottle. Heaven in a bottle. I’m not sure it gets any better than this…

#2—Young’s Double Chocolate Stout
a Sweet Stout by Young’s Brewing
16.9 ounce bottle. A wonderful stout that goes good with medium-grilled steak in a slightly salty rub or dessert.

#3—Gulden Draak
a Belgian Strong Ale by Brouwerij van Steenberge
11.2 ounce bottle. It accompanied one of my favorite meals: pot roast with roasted potatoes, carrots, and onions.

#4—Three Philosophers Belgian Style Blend
a Quadrupel with a Cherry Lambic by Brewery Ommegang
25.4 ounce bottle. I now have two bottles in the newly created “beer cellar” at home. I hear the wait helps to really bring the cherry to the forefront.

#5—Powerhouse Saison
a Saison by Powerhouse Restaurant & Brewery
On tap. My first experience with a saison. Spicy, fruity, and all-around enjoyable.

#6—Whoop Pass IPA
an India Pale Ale by Silver City Restaurant & Brewery
On tap. A trip to my hometown of origin, Silverdale, for a birthday celebration brought this wonderfully fruity IPA to my attention.

#7—Cinder Cone Red Ale
an Amber Ale by Deschutes Brewing Company
12 ounce bottle. This is probably my favorite amber ale of all time. Smooth, with a good mixture of malt and hops.

#8—Old Nick Barley Wine Style Ale
a Barley Wine by Young’s Brewing
16.9 ounce bottle. My first experience with a barley wine. It will not be my last.

#9—Jubelale
an English Strong Ale by Deschutes Brewing Company
12 ounce bottle. Happy holidays, indeed! This is one with which to keep the winter warm and delightful.

#10—Pilsner Urquell
a Pilsener by Plzensky Prazdroj
12 ounce bottle. A good pilsener, made better by the fact that I got to drink a couple of these on Christmas Eve with my dad during round one of our family’s Christmas celebration.

Monday, December 25, 2006

A CHILD IS BORN...

In those days a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to their own towns to be registered. Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favors!” When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.” So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

—Luke 2:1-20

Sunday, December 24, 2006

BEST READS OF 2006

Below are my favorite reads of 2006. They are not necessarily in order of favoritism, although Sacco and Vanzetti Must Die! and Voices from Chernobyl were my top two favorite reads of 2006.

#1—Sacco and Vanzetti Must Die!
by Mark Binelli
The two anarchists, railroaded through the court system and then executed by the U.S. federal government, are reimagined as vaudevillians-cum-comedy team movie stars. Funny, sad, probing.

#2—Voices from Chernobyl
by Svetlana Alexievich
Firsthand accounts of victims of the 1986 Chernobyl nuclear accident. Alexievich, who spent three years in The Zone conducting interviews, now has immune disorders from her exposure.

#3—Lincoln's Melancholy
by Joshua Wolf Shenk
A biography of Abraham Lincoln, as seen through the lens of his depression. An interesting look at depression, its public perception then and now, how it shaped Lincoln and his presidency, and how he subsequently handled the Civil War.

#4—Europeana
by Patrik Ouředník
A weirdly poetic fever-dream constructed of facts about Europe, focusing on the past one-hundred years, especially the Second World War and the Cold War. It also looks at the effects of capitalism, communism, fascism, and the influence of the United States on Europe's identity. Is it a novel without characters? Is it a "biography" of Europe? It is subtitled "A Brief History of the Twentieth Century," but I am not sure that helps much.

#5—Mother Country
by Marianne Robinson
An examination of how Great Britain has allowed nuclear facilities to jeopardize the health of its poorest citizenry, and create one of the largest, mostly unnoticed environmental disasters. The book is banned in Britain because Greenpeace sued for libel, due to the unflattering light with which they are portayed. Read this book to see how government really cares very little about the individual.

#6—Everything That Rises: A Book of Convergences
by Lawrence Wechsler
Wechsler sees the world differently than you and me, which is a good thing for us. He finds fascinating similarities in juxtaposed images and artworks. Then he write about them. This book also includes the images that he is writing about. The visuals are intriguing and the writing moreso.

#7—Atomik Aztex
by Sesshu Foster
The main character is a high ranking official in the twentieth-century Aztek culture that controls the Western Hemisphere and is now fighting fascism in WWII-era Europe. Or is he? He dreams he is a Latino working in the nightmare of a East Los Angeles meatpacking plant? Or is he? Because he dreams he is a high ranking official in the twentieth-century Aztek culture...

#8—St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
by Karen Russell
Short stories that reflect the collision of our contemporary world and the world of myth and legend. Modern fairy tales, if you will. The Minotaur helps pull his family's wagon in the westward migration that will become known as the Oregon trail. A young girl abandoned by her parents on their alligator farm/tourist attraction struggles with the deteriorating condition of her mentally ill sister and the visits of the Bird Man.

#9—The Road
by Cormac McCarthy
A father and son fight for survival in the apocalyptic wasteland that was once America. Most plants and animals are extinct, most people have banded together into cannibalistic clans, food is being scavenged from the detritus of the consumer culture of a few years prior. Where is God in the midst of it all? Where are most other people? Where are the women? The man and the boy are "keepers of the fire." But, will they survive?

#10—Thank You for Not Reading
by Dubravka Ugresic
Essays challenging the status quo of international publishing and book culture. Ugresic leaves no one unscathed—publishers, book stores, distributors, agents, other authors, even herself. Witty and funny, with enough sense to pull back when the sarcasm is about to become too much.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

WANDERINGS



The child and I wandered around Puyallup this morning in the gray and rain. We stopped in Puyallup's latest coffee shop, Forza Coffee Company. Forza is a local "chain" of ten stores in Pierce, Thurston, and King counties, mostly located in Tacoma and East Pierce County. The staff was very friendly, perhaps a little too friendly for my tastes. That is when the child comes in handy, however. She is a great foil to deflect attention and provide easy escape. I should have had children much earlier in life!

The hot chocolate I had was very good, though. The chocolate was rich and dark; overall, the drink was smooth and warm; and the shot of peppermint added just enough additional flavor and sweetness to make it "that much" better.

After we wandered back home from the post office, the park, and various minor errands, the child took a nap. I took advantage of the time and worked in the yard. It rained. It hailed. There was even some snow mixed in with the other precipitation, for good measure. I cut up fallen limbs from the prior wind storms. I moved piles of walnut twigs with a pitchfork. I filled our bird feeders with seed.

Just before returning inside, I climbed up into one of our hazelnut trees and gave the squirrels a "fresh" cob of dried corn to nibble upon. I sat in the tree, in the rain, for a few minutes and watched chickadees and red-breasted nuthatches flit about. It was a nice quiet moment in the midst of a relatively quiet morning. I wish I could do it more often.

Friday, December 22, 2006

JOYS OF LIFE



The child made "snowflakes" with her friend. I hear that paint and glitter was everywhere. At least it wasn't at our house!

These glorious specimens are now hanging from the ceiling fan in the child's room.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

on THE TAPHANDLE

In my youth, I enjoyed wandering around in the acres of woods behind our house, especially after or during a heavy rain. The forest smelled, amongst other things, of wet tree bark. So does Widmer Brother's Snow Plow Milk Stout.

The aromas I detect, moving from foreground to background, are (1) wet tree bark; (2) a slight earthiness; (3) some light spiciness; (4) a hint of caramel; and (4) a sweetness of milk. The flavor was very sweet, almost too sweet, with only a light bitterness. The flavor didn't quite match up with the aroma, being mostly milky with a strong dose of coffee, and a hint of tree bark lurking in the background.

Although the color was a beautiful brown, the thin head on the pour disappeared almost immediately and there was no detectable lacing. The palate was also too thin for my liking, almost watery. This is a beer I would be more likely to serve to unsuspecting guests than drink myself.

I had it with spicy chicken burritos my wife made for dinner, and the spiciness of the burritos masked some of the flavor, which made this stout more tolerable. Still not to my liking, however.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

BRING ON THE DUCK!

Our staff Christmas party was at Il Fiasco in Tacoma this year. Even though it was five days ago, it still seems like yesterday. And, the meal was so rich, I was full throughout the following day. I was in beer and meat heaven. There was good conversation, and it was fun, but my meal really was the standout of the evening for me.

It started with soft white bread with a good chewy crust that was dipped in garlic-infused olive oil. Next came appetizers: asparago arrostitio, "tender pan roasted asparagus, creamy gorgonzola & toasted pine nuts drizzled with balsamic & Austrian pumpkin seed oil" and antipasti Italiani, "an array of seasonal Italian meats, cheeses, & vegetable marinades." The asparagus was excellent as were the marinated tomatoes on the antipasti platter.

My entree was L’antara arrostitio, "tender duck breast roasted with a black currant & pomegranate port wine reduction with roasted chestnut ravioli." The duck was prepared medium, at my request, and was mouth-watering. The meat was slightly oily, juicy, and tender. The flavors of the black currants and pomegranate played nicely against the savor of the meat. The roasted chestnut ravioli was interesting. I probably would not choose ot eat it alone, but it played nicely with the flavor of the duck and the dark fruits. All of this was accompanied by thin slices of butternut squash, which helped to cleanse the palate and act as a bridge between duck and ravioli. I could have eaten my entree all night.

Dinner was accompanied by Samuel Smith's Nut Brown Ale. This was the perfect complement to the meal. The ale was a beautiful dark brown, with good lacing. The flavors were of roasted nuts, caramel, and an ever so slight hint of fruitiness. It was sweet and malty. The ale echoed the flavor of the roasted chestnut ravioli, brought forth more flavor from the squash, and played well off of the duck and its sauce. The currants and pomegranate helped pull even more flavor from the ale.

Dessert was Carlos' Killer Cheesecake, but by that time it just could not compare to the duck, ale, and company. The cheesecake wasn't very "killer," although, to be fair, its competition was stiff.

The wife and I had a great time, and it was nice to just enjoy a great meal without hurry or worrying about where we had to be next.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

FOR FURTHER READING











Here are some links to authors and works referenced in previous posts:

*Sacco and Vanzetti Must Die! by Mark Binelli—read an interview with Mark Binelli at the Dalkey Archive website here: Mark Binelli interview

*The website for poet Kathleen Flenniken—everything you ever wanted to know about a wonderful local poet here: Kathleen Flenniken website

*Lincoln's Melancholy by Joshua Wolf Shenk—visit the website devoted to Lincoln's Melancholy here: Lincoln's Melancholy website

*Lincoln's Melancholy by Joshua Wolf Shenk—everything you ever wanted to know about author Joshua Wolf Shenk here: Joshua Wolf Shenk website

*The Road by Cormac McCarthy—a New Yorker review of one of McCarthy's previous books here: Cormac McCarthy review

*The Believer—trust me, just read a few articles of this great literary journal here: The Believer website

Friday, December 15, 2006

MORE STORM DREAMS



November rain, flooding, snow, and cold gives way to December more-of-the-same. The winds that ravaged British Columbia, Washington, and Oregon last night meant for another night of fitful sleep. The child slept with the wife and I. When the wife and I were looking outside at 12:45 a.m., a tree across the road fell. Fortunately, it didn't damage anything on its way down. It blocked a turnaround in the park, but nobody really uses it much.

The river is running high again. More trees and debris have been stripped from the mostly bare banks by its swift currents.

After the rain subsided and the winds began to do the same, the sky was a brilliant blue, peppered with clouds that raced by overhead. Now, the cold is returning. Snow is once more a possibility.

STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

A few people have asked about the use of "the wife," "the child," "the brother," et cetera. I choose not to name the innocent. The same for my friend D. and any other "characters" that may grace these posts. Private people shall remain as such. Public figures are fair game. Everything within the Work Table should be taken with tongue planted ever so loosely in cheek. Or not. It is your choice...

Thursday, December 14, 2006

THE DORKSHIRE YULE PIG

Last Saturday evening, the wife and I were invited to a reading by the friend. (Let us call him D.) D. read The History of the Dorkshire Yule Pig, the opening "cartoon" for the "main show," his medieval prostitute/jilted lover Christmas novella Hawthorn and Holly. D. also provided each listener with their own Dorkshire Yule Pig cookie, a palm-sized gingerbread delight. I saved mine and ate it on Wednesday. The cookie was still firm but yielding, and rather scrumptious.

The reading was bracketed on both sides by people gathered in D.'s apartment in conversation, food, and drink, in addition to an intermission for the same. Everyone was to bring their favorite finger food and their favorite beverage. The wife made coated almonds that were a hit. The coating was rather sweet and strong and much to my liking, even though I am not a large fan of desserts that contain nuts, much less "dessert nuts." I made, upon the wife's suggestion and recipe and ingredients (all right, I was essentially the sous chef), antipasto kabobs that included mozzarella balls, black olives, and grape tomato halves that had been marinated in a sauce of dijon mustard, balsamic vinegar, sugar, salt, and oil. The skewers were topped off with fresh basil leaves. These were also a hit. So, the wife scored on both food counts. For beverages, the wife brought Henry Weinhard's Orange Cream Soda and I brought Deschute Brewery's 2006 Jubelale. Good drink and good food, with good people sitting around in a candlelit apartment listening to well-written local literature being read to them: a wonderful evening. A big Troy's Work Table thank you to D.!

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I also greatly enjoyed the Christmas gifts that D. and I exchanged. I gave D. a copy of Sacco and Vanzetti Must Die! by Mark Binelli. It is easily within my top ten of favorite books, so it was an exciting gift for me to give. D. gave me a copy of The Ambassadors by Henry James. This was also exciting for me, as I have been meaning to read some Henry James. Most of my favorite authors cite him as an huge influence. Therefore, I figured I should see what makes Henry James so great. Now I have that opportunity in a gift given by someone whose taste I completely trust. D. tells me that The Ambassadors is the best novel of James, so I will take him at his word, not something I am prone to do with most people.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

NUCLEAR DREAMS

"Years later he'd stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He'd not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation. He let the book fall and took a last look around and made his way out into the cold gray light."
The Road by Cormac McCarthy, page 157

A postapocalyptic nightmare world. A wasteland of survival and sin. A father and son journeying toward "the coast" as "winter" sets in. Heading south. Pagan sacrifices of the blood cults. Cannibalism. Murder. Human chattel stored away as living food for the "elite." The weak preyed upon by the strong. The individual preyed upon by the mob. The burden of children. Extra mouths to feed in the midst of extreme scarcity.

The book is tight and taut. The sameness of the scenes—father and son huddled together in the cold and dark of lightless black, under their tarp and blankets and handmade masks, attempting to sleep; or walking the road in the gray of the day, clouds and rain and snow and ash; or avoiding people, "harvesting" canned and dried goods from houses and businesses long ago picked over and scavenged—lend this novel its claustrophobia. The lack of other people, the isolation of the two protagonists, the extinction of most animals and many plants, the perpetually colorless and monotonous landscape, and the paranoia really focus the story upon the relationship between the father and son. We don't know much about the catastrophe that preceded the temporal space of the story, but it is certainly nuclear in origin. The fact that people have survived in a world thrown back into tribalism for years as refugees is testament to the adaptability of humans to their environments.

The novel has haunted me since I began it. I simultaneously want the nightmare to end and want the story to continue. The former will soon with only seventy more pages to go, the latter will fade off into the gray ghosts of nuclear dreams. I only hope that we wake up.

Monday, December 11, 2006

THE JOYS OF LIFE

Tonight, the child and I wandered about looking for Christmas gifts for others. As we wandered, the child rode a carousel, we played with toys, we both tried on men's hats, and we had general fun. The child was especially impressed with her choice of carousel animal—a gray cat holding a fish in its mouth. In her words, she "rode on its body," it "went up and down," it "meowed at me," and it "was fun." The child was also impressed with the carousel animal to her immediate left—a horse with "no name."

I also learned things about Santa Claus, whom we happened to glimpse seated for pictures with other boys and girls, good and bad. Santa Claus brings "a basket of presents," which he delivers "through our door" and "puts under our tree—my tree, Daddy's tree, and Mommy's tree." Later, it was a "backpack of presents."

on THE TAPHANDLE

Jubelale by Deschutes Brewery

12 ounce bottle. Jubelale begins clear reddish-brown with an average off-white head that leads to good lacing. I smell slight roasting, mild coffee, some grassiness, a minor hint of banana and other fruits. The initial flavor is strong, starting with a kick that mellows out and drops off. A nice balance of malt and hops. I like this year's batch better than I remember last year or the year prior. An enjoyable brew. One of my favorite winter ales.

A good warmer of bones and heart!

Saturday, December 09, 2006

on THE TAPHANDLE

Double Chocolate Stout by Young's

16.9 ounce bottle of wholesome goodness. This is an awesome stout, probably the best I have ever had. At first, I thought it tasted like a dark chocolate candy bar, but as I savored it—turned it over in my mouth, smelled it again, tasted it again—I realized that this is really like drinking a chocolate pie. The tastes of the graham cracker pie crust, the chocolate filling, and the whipped cream topping are present, along with the texture of the pie itself.

The appearance is gorgeous: an opaque black is crowned with a brown, thick, creamy head. The thickness of the head doesn't allow for much aroma to sneak through, really the beer's only flaw. The aroma that does come through has a slight alcohol smell and a slight spiciness.

This is somewhat deceptive, because the flavor is less "harsh" and more rich and complex than alluded to by the nose. The initial flavor and the finish flavor are sweet, with only a hint of bitterness. The feel in the mouth is thick and creamy, a great texture. The maltiness comes through in the flavors of pie crust, dark chocolate, and cream. There is also a slight smokiness that plays against and with the aforementioned spiciness. The alcohol smell is less apparent in the flavor.

I strongly recommend you get hold of a bottle of this if you are able. It was a great beer with steak, and would also be good with a bowl of ice cream or a slice of cake. For that matter, it would be a good beer to just curl up with Moby Dick on a winter evening to read.

(I have had this in the can as well, and the can somewhat mars the flavor. Find a bottle, or on tap, if you can.)

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

on THE TAPHANDLE

Gulden Draak by Brouwerij Van Steenberge

11.2 ounce bottle. One of my new favorites. This is great stuff.

An average size, light brown head on the pour. The color a muddy brown that glows chestnut around the edges. It smells of molasses with hints of dried dark fruits: raisins and prunes. Maybe even a very subtle whiff of cherry? The flavor nicely matches the aroma. It is sweet and malty, with only the slightest hint of bitterness. The flavor lingers. The body is full, somewhat thick and oily, something that tickles the tongue a bit.

I imagine that this is what ambrosia, nectar of the gods, tastes like. This is definitely not a "gulping" beer, but one to sip and savor. I imagine it accompanying roast beef and roasted carrots, potatoes, and onions. I also imagine it would go well with dessert.

I believe that Gulden Draak and I will have many happy moments together.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

SANTA DREAMS


More likely: Santa hallucinations.

I am washing dishes. The child is playing with toys on the kitchen floor. We hear sirens. Closer. Closer. Ever closer.

Soon lights. Flashing. Pulsing.

Then out of the corner of my eye: Santa Claus floating over the neighbor's hedge. The child and I run to the window and pull up the blinds. Santa Claus riding on top of a fire engine. Waving. Shouting "Merry Christmas" over the sound of the siren and horn. The engine reaching the end of the street and turning around.

The child and I run to the door. We open it. We walk onto the porch. I lift the child up so the view is better. Out of the darkness a female firefight comes running at us with her arms extended. She hands us candy canes. "Happy holidays." She runs off. Fades back into darkness. Following the engine that heads off to other streets, other avenues.

"Candy bars. Candy bars." The child keeps shouting this.

"Candy canes," I correct.

"No. Candy bars!"

Monday, December 04, 2006

BLOODSHED


From Abram and King Chedolaomer to Achilles and Hector to Beowulf and Grendel... I am sensing a theme here, but I am not quite sure what it says about me in this moment of time. I am transfixed by these epic battles. An Iliad was a nice diversion that just happened to coincide with my reading of the book of Genesis. However, reading both of those finally pushed me to actually read Beowulf, in a translation by Irish poet Seamus Heaney. I purchased the book about six years ago with the intention of reading it immediately, but one book led to another led to another and, then, Beowulf was forgotten and placed away on my bookshelves. Occasionally, I would see it sitting there, but it was never beguiling enough to cause me to choose it. Until now.

A minor cold, and awakening at three each morning for the past few days, gave me some time to read. I suppose the epic poetry of The Iliad inspired me to pursue more epic battles, more epic poetry, and, therefore, Beowulf beckoned and finally won.

It was a fairly brisk and rather enjoyable read. I especially liked the description of the mere that Beowulf enters in pursuit of Grendel and his mother. And, I really liked the language that Heaney chose in his translation. The poetry really sings.

But, what does all the bloodshed of these epics say about me, about us, at this time, when our nation is mired in a war that it needs to leave? Something is there. Something about valor and honor and sacrifice. Something that is missing from our current war. Something that is missing from our lives, that we instead try to fill with video wargames and music videos and vapid "reality" television shows. And McDonald's hamburgers. And sugary sweets and potato chips. And. And...

Sunday, December 03, 2006

WANDERINGS



The wife, the child, and I went to the annual Santa Parade and Tree Lighting. The child was enthralled. She didn't cry when the marching bands passed by, either. Ah, maturation.

Friday, December 01, 2006

A RIVER & SOUND REVIEW



Clockwise from upper left:
(1) Student writer David Treichel;
(2) Musical guest Camille Bloom;
(3) Essayist Jennifer Culkin; and
(4) Poet Kathleen Flenniken.

You are just going to have to take my word for it. This is what happens when you take a low resolution digital camera to a public reading series and sit in the back.

A River & Sound Review is my pick of the week. Master of ceremonies Jay Bates is a high school English teacher who also happens to be a student in Pacific Lutheran University's MFA in Creative Writing Program. He has been responsible for most of the behind-the-scenes work, setup, and recruitment. The audience was primarily students from his English classes, their families, fellow students from his MFA program, their families, and a few stray souls (such as myself) from the community-at-large.

David Treichel has promise. His essay was very well written. Camille Bloom has a great voice and plays the guitar well, although I am not overly fond of her music. But that is just personal taste on my part. Jennifer Culkin read an interesting, and rather revealing, personal essay on periods and pregnancy and reflection and relationships. At first, I found myself fidgeting a bit due to uncomfortableness with the subject matter, but she handled her audience well, infusing the reading and the essay with just the right touches of humor and universality that everyone has something to grasp. Kathleen Flenniken's poems were masterful glimpses into the quotidian and banal, which she managed to make magical and viewed anew.

This was a wonderful evening spent enjoying readings at the Puyallup Public Library. I am looking forward to more.

GANDY DANCER

Last week, the child and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. We were wandering around Puyallup when we came upon a piece of public sculpture entitled Gandy Dancer by Jim Mattern. The child is normally scared of any human-like figures or statues so I was surprised when she walked up to him and allowed me to take her picture with him. As we were getting ready to leave we heard the music of Puyallup: a Burlington Northern locomotive and cars on its way to Sumner and beyond. So we took some photographs of the Gandy Dancer with the BNSF train in the background.

[According to the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary, a gandy dancer is "a railroad maintenance worker. Also, a seasonal or itinerant worker."]