Three Beautiful Things 01/03/10: Home, Wallace Stevens, The Cars

1. Father Ted's sermon was right: worshiping at St. Mary's feels like home and my sense of that comfort and security and belonging was especially strong today.

2. I took my thick volume of Wallace Stevens' poetry off the shelf, read a handful of his poems, and marveled at the music of his poetry. The poems gave me a few good laughs, too. The older I get, the funnier his poetry is.

3. Just as I was reaching for the Brussel sprouts at Trader Joes', The Cars "Moving in Stereo" came over the sound system and it was summer, 1978, and I was back on Mountain View Lane in Spokane, arriving home from Eastern Washington University, where I took first year French with Madame Siefert, whom the Deke would study with ten years later, and I tried my best not to look like some goofy guy in his mid-fifties on the verge of dancing in the juice and sparkling water aisle.