Sunday Best

_ You know what I did yesterday?

_ Not a clue. What was yesterday? Sunday? Probably something really strange.

_ Got good and smoked up, and listened to some music...all day long. And then, come eventide, I went down to the Club Cabernet for a couple of well-deserved cabernet and club’s.

_ You are a very strange person. I suppose you enjoyed yourself? 

_ To say the very least. I absolutely love bubbles. Anyway, a few denizens of the club were talking about which of the former Beatles composed the best album after their break-up. What do you think?

_ There are only two in the running for that: ‘Imagine’ or ‘All Things Must Pass’. In fact, if you were to compile a list of all the songs written by the four of them after they went their separate ways, you would find that John and George were, by far, the best of the group.

George was integral on both ‘Imagine’ and, of course, ‘All Things Must Pass’. He - George - was the ‘x-factor’ in that group; and had he and John been allowed to collaborate there’s no telling what might have been the result. If it was at all possible for The Beatles to attain to an even loftier perch than the one they have come to occupy, it would have been on the wings of George and John. Alas, the dynamic in the group was such that it was not a possibility. Play them all, which I’m sure you did.

_ Damn right I did! And then I played the piano, with all the pedals to the metal... Big, resounding notes!

_ You play?

_ Didn’t I just say so? Big, resounding notes...

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... Sunday’s are strange. I’d like to come to a place of rest wherein all things are on equal footing, with name and form mere ripples on an otherwise unfathomable ocean, but Sunday’s won’t let me rest. I’m going to have  to access my unlimited store of self-forgiveness in order to absolve myself of my limitations.

There now... Sunday’s, and I, are forgiven.

... I like Sunday’s; I like the fact that the cafe is closed. I think all commerce should be shut down at least one agreed upon day each week. Our culture, if it is remembered at all, will be considered as having been very shallow and very strange.

If I were a day of the week I’d be Tuesday. I’m that strange.     

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