City Hits

Give me a city hit. I want to walk in YOUR boots! Three or so lines. What you saw on the way home from work. What woke you in the night. Noises. Smells. We can meet here and live the vicarious!

I’ll give you three lines from Montana today:

Wild turkey in the back yard
Hail flattening the tulips
Guy in the street asked me which way to North Dakota.


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  1. Hot hot hot here in Taipei. Time to convince my wife we need the A/C on.

    Sky is a very blue blue today due to the low pressure zone here. View at home this morning of small green mountain ranges was clear and welcoming as I arrived home @7am from the US.

    Streets are chaotic, but work a bit like a bee hive and as long as you go with the flow you are good. Buses, cards, scooters, bicycles, pedestrians, dogs… the might makes right-of-way pecking order here.

  2. lauramunson

    Thanks, Mark. The pecking order I saw this morning in Glacier National Park was between a heard of 150 HUGE draft mules after a long hard winter, knowing full well that soon they’ll be working a pack string, taking dudes into the Park who have sordid opinions about mules!

  3. susan scherer

    Just back from NYC — a symposium of collection
    Dutch Art at the Frick (the absolute best museum). Wonderful walking weather — fewer people screaming into their cell phones than usual on the street and fewer noxious tobacco clouds outside office buildings. More take-out delivery people to trip over. Lunch AND dinner at La Grenouille; a room with a balcony at The Regency.

    • lauramunson

      Thanks, Susan. Sounds glorious! I haven’t lived in a city since the onslaught of cell phones. Sometimes I think– what if aliens were sent down to a city street on the planet and asked to report back what we humans are all about. “Well they’re all insane, walking around screaming about nothing AT nothing.” I’m surprised that we don’t all just burst into laughter. Just stop the whole business and realize that we’re turning into a Saturday Night Live skit.

  4. Streets of Paris

    A humid summer evening radiating off sandstone buildings and grey sidewalks
    Echoes in narrow alleys of bicycle wheels, clicking heels, Bonjours
    The heady smell of cheese and cigarrette smoke
    and I will drink it all night through my tall, open window.

    • lauramunson

      Your tall open window in Paris.
      My open morning door before the mosquites wake up.
      Your clicks of bicycle wheels and heels.
      The click of the sprinkler in the front yard– a pathetic click, really, when it comes to fire season.
      Which is now. No smoke so far. Green lawn. Arugula gone to seed while we were gone grieving at a funeral in Colorado.
      Morning Montana breath streaming in like we’ve had apnea. Which we have.
      We can inhale and believe in summer today.

  5. Gail Whitney

    Thunder and lightening bringing a coolness to the air
    The Corgis guiding their “mother” through the house
    Connecting with you to re-live and touch the beautiful solitude of the experiences of our youth

    The story on “Stop the Clocks” was beautiful and a fitting tribute to the lives of those involved. Thank you

    • lauramunson

      Storm over for now. Felt it up here too. Couldn’t believe the power didn’t go out. Sort of hoping for a night of cards and candlelight. Looking forward to spending time together on Friday, Gail! And thanks for reading “Stop the Clocks.” That was a very tragic time for this valley. Still is. More on that if you want…Laura

  6. Hi Laura. I don’t live in a city, per se, but live in Brevard County, home of the space shuttle.

    Today, the air is filled with dragonflies, the sky is crystal clear. It’s hot and humid and I was thrilled to see a bobcat in our little habitat. Not quite Montana, but for the SpaceCoast of Florida, pretty spectacular.

  7. Chris

    Hi Laura,
    Spent weekend at Halsted Street Market days in Chicago. Met the lovely Bebe Zahara Benet from “RuPaul’s Drag Race,” and bought a disco purse and a ring for $3.00!

  8. In “Meditations in an Emergency,” the poet Frank O’Hara wrote “I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.” The city is a “humanly created sphere” that reminds us that human beings make things of value, like art and architecture, literature, music, and the sheer bustle of everyday life. I like your work because you’ve managed to keep your city sensibility even with all those blades of grass around you. Hence this “City Hits” section. This one’s from San Diego, where the weather is much more boring than it is in Montana.

  9. lauramunson

    Wet rooster in the woods. Horse with a skin condition. Mountain lion walked in front of our truck on the North Fork Road. 15 years, and I’ve never seen a mountain lion. Mouse in my office. Big NYC publishers on the phone. Thank god all this didn’t happen 15 years ago when I wanted it so badly. Life should feel natural.

  10. Webmonarch

    Here’s something from biking to school in Pittsburgh:

    Rushing faster, wheels
    thrumming, stuck leaf slip-slapping
    quick—brake! Goddamn squirrel.

    • lauramunson

      Flicker whacking at my window again this morning. Wants bugs. November. When the flies are slow and clustered in the windows, the loons, geese, ducks have all patterened away. And flickers rule. Eight nine year old boys around a bonfire later today, poking marshmallows and each other with sticks…who will not notice.

  11. view over the bay, sf, bridges, islands
    indistinct white grey colors of water and sky
    tide out
    mud flats
    mustering the will for a brisk walk with pooch

  12. Christine Johnson-Duell

    My city hit, 30 Dec 2009: my 12-year-old daughter took a city bus, by her own self (with another 12-year-old), for the first time ever. From downtown Seattle to east Capitol Hill. And she casually informed me, “we took the 11 instead of the 43 but it was basically the same route.”

    • lauramunson

      Lying on my back in Glacier National Park. In the dark and snow. Cross-country skiing. Family way ahead of me. So glad for the vastness. And then I had to go and think about the fact that mountain lions don’t hibernate. So free for just that one, unencumbered moment. Why do we have to think of mountain lions?

      • Elspeth Chambers

        This is why we think of mountain lions.
        It was a Friday evening in fall and we were coming home from a high school football game. My 11-year-old daughter, fresh into middle school, was lobbying hard for us to let her bicycle to school. In my mind I saw 93 west coming into town with no sidewalk or bike path, the heavy log trucks braking as they came down the long hill, and I started to compose my denial. We turned into our subdivision, and as we made our way up the mountainside we caught movement in the headlights. A mountain lion was trotting along the road in front of us. It turned its head and looked at us for a few moments, then with a sweep of its magnificent tail it turned off the road and headed down into the woods. My daughter sank back into her car seat with a sigh of resignation, and I sank back into mine with a silent prayer of thanks. I am still driving her to school.

  13. lauramunson

    Mountain Lion scat on the front porch– confirmed. Where is the wafer and wine?

  14. Lisa Johnsey

    An English city….
    Leafy, tree lined roads with georgian stone houses,
    cycle fast across the harbour and up the hill past glassy fronted office blocks, queing buses and a stream of people on their way to work…the walking rush hour. Coffee from a stand and a free newspaper. Might go to a concert tonight, will pick up tickets on the way home.

  15. lauramunson

    I just saw a red-winged blackbird take a ride on a raven’s back. Probably to save its babies. So brave the creature world is without knowing what bravery is.

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