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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A RETURN TO THE COVER OF</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> THIS BOOK</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Trout Fishing in America:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I met your friend Fritz in Washington Square. He told me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to tell you that his case went to a jury and that he was acquit-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ted by the jury.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He said that it was important for me to say that his case</div><div style="margin:10px 0">went to a jury and that he was acquitted by the jury,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">said it again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He looked in good shape. He was sitting in the sun. There's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">an old San Francisco saying that goes: &quot;It's better to rest in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Washington Square than in the California Adult Authority. &quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How are things in New York?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Yours,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">  &quot;An Ardent Admirer&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Ardent Admirer:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It's good to hear that Fritz isn't in jail. He was very wor-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ried about it. The last time I was in San Francisco, he told</div><div style="margin:10px 0">me he thought the odds were 10-1 in favor of him going away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I told him to get a good lawyer. It appears that he followed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my advice and also was very lucky. That's always a good</div><div style="margin:10px 0">combination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You asked about New York and New York is very hot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I'm visiting some friends, a young burglar and his wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's unemployed and his wife is working as a cocktail wait-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ress. He's been looking for work but I fear the worst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It was so hot last night that I slept with a wet sheet wrapped</div><div style="margin:10px 0">around myself, trying to keep cool. I felt like a mental patient.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I woke up in the middle of the night and the room was filled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with steam rising off the sheet, and there was jungle stuff,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">abandoned equipment and tropical flowers, on the floor and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the furniture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I took the sheet into the bathroom and plopped it into the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tub and turned the cold water on it. Their dog came in and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">started barking at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dog barked so loud that the bathroom was soon filled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with dead people. One of them wanted to use my wet sheet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for a shroud. I said no, and we got into a big argument over</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it and woke up the Puerto Ricans in the next apartment, and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they began pounding on the walls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dead people all left in a huff. &quot;We know when we're</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not wanted, &quot; one of them said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;You're damn tootin',&quot; I said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I've had enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I' m going to get out of New York. Tomorrow I'm leaving for</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alaska. I'm going to find an ice-cold creek near the Arctic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where that strange beautiful moss grows and spend a week</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with the grayling. My address will be, Trout Fishing in Ameri-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ca, c/o General Delivery, Fairbanks, Alaska.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Your friend,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Trout Fishing in America</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> THE LAKE JOSEPHUS DAYS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">good names--from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then to Lake Josephus, and a few days after that up the trail</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to Hell-diver Lake with the baby on my shoulders and a good</div><div style="margin:10px 0">limit of trout waiting in Hell-diver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Knowing the trout would wait there like airplane tickets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for us to come, we stopped at Mushroom Springs and had a</div><div style="margin:10px 0">drink of cold shadowy water and some photographs taken of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the baby and me sitting together on a log.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I hope someday we'll have enough money to get those pic-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tures developed. Sometimes I get curious about them, won-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dering if they will turn out all right. They are in suspension</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now like seeds in a package. I'll be older when they are de-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">veloped and easier to please. Look there's the baby ! Look</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there's Mushroom Springs ! Look there's me !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I caught the limit of trout within an hour of reaching Hell-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">diver, and my woman, in all the excitement of good fishing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">let the baby fall asleep directly in the sun and when the baby</div><div style="margin:10px 0">woke up, she puked and I carried her back down the trail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My woman trailed silently behind, carrying the rods and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fish. The baby puked a couple more times, thimblefuls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of gentle lavender vomit, but still it got on my clothes, and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her face was hot and flushed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We stopped at Mushroom Springs. I gave her a small</div><div style="margin:10px 0">drink of water, not too much, and rinsed the vomit taste out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of her mouth. Then I wiped the puke off my clothes and for</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some strange reason suddenly it was a perfect time, there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at Mushroom Springs, to wonder whatever happened to the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoot suit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Along with World War II and the Andrews Sisters, the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoot suit had been very popular in the early 40s. I guess</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they were all just passing fads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A sick baby on the trail down from Hell-diver, July 1961,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is probably a more important question. It cannot be left to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">go on forever, a sick baby to take her place in the galaxy,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">among the comets, bound to pass close to the earth every</div><div style="margin:10px 0">173 years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She stopped puking after Mushroom Springs, and I carried</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her back down along the path in and out of the shadows and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">across other nameless springs, and by the time we got down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to Lake Josephus, she was all right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She was soon running around with a big cutthroat trout in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her hands, carrying it like a harp on her way to a concert--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ten minutes late with no bus in sight and no taxi either</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Brautigan">Richard Brautigan</a><div class=q>
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