Chapel Hill in the 1980s

Going through journals for material, came across this scattershot entry dated July 10, 1984, Chapel Hill, North Carolina, USA.

Waiting for art class outside the air conditioned Scuttlebutt as it's humid and warmer out. A long walk around the campus underneath the tall trees was refreshing, though. Just passed the crazy guy with black and orange toboggan, the rasta-hatted man. Waved and he waved back. In front of the Ackland. This reminds me of the guy we saw playing a lute on a rock in front of the fire department the other day.

Finished [André] Gide's Strait is the Gate and bought a thin volume of Bashō's travel sketches at 1/2 Price yesterday. Was reading the latter when I heard a commotion & subsequently ran to get sugar for the collapsed girl with diabetes. Everyone who was around helped in this little drama.

Dont forget: The dog on Walnut Grove Church Road with a block of wood tied around his head so he won't get run over by a car.
The people who root around in the dumpsters on 86 North and I-70.
The midgets at the little store.
The bizarre local rural people in general.
The cactus our neighbors planted behind the white rock on the edge of the pines.
The nitwit at the entrance to the driveway and his new Toyota truck, fire engine red.

The old Greek lady at Continental Café.

After Bashō:

With the acid sting

Of sudden bites

I run down a path

On half-cut brambles.

Today's Rune: Mystery.