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The White Elephant

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

“You either get ‘The White E,’ or you don’t,” a coworker told me. Well, I was ashamed to admit that after my first experience, I didn’t get it. It’s only one of the most popular places in Sitka, and has been for 52 years. People crowd on the sidewalk for at least 20 minutes before it opens. It has odd hours that everyone’s memorized—Monday at 6, Thursday at noon—and many even build their weekend around getting there early. But, it’s still a thrift shop.  And, my first visit felt too much like Christmas shopping at the Galleria—people elbowing each other to get to the racks, looking for passageways where they didn’t exist, arms heaped, shelves disheveled, dust flying, soap samples and chipped bowls.  I scrounged through some scratched CD’s and then left empty-handed and sneezing, convinced that people in Sitka really need more entertainment.

But I decided to give The White Elephant another chance. I am sick of the work clothes I brought. My apartment is bland. I had time to kill before yoga.  So, I waited 10 minutes to let the sidewalk crowd rush in, then tucked my head and pushed forward.  I was a little more assertive finding paths through the impossibly crowded racks and even snickered as one lady sent a tower of bras crashing and another man tripped over a fishing pole blocking the “shoe and small appliance” aisle.  Fisheryouth bought summer’s gear, intellects browsed the books, and I got a bit of everything: 3 work shirts, one for exercise, 2 “gifts” for patients, houseslippers, candle holders (my coffee filters were probably a fire hazard?), a hardback book, a large mug (Saturday morning’s so sweet now), and a Tae Bo workout tape (“Changing the world, one body at a time”). The grand total: $14.50. NOW, I get it!!! 🙂 […and let’s see what I get Thursday at noon…]

Let us not be too particular; it is better to have old secondhand diamonds than none at all.”
Mark Twain

Oh yeah, there was a holiday back there….

Sunday, July 15th, 2007

Hmm, after reading my recent family emails, I realized that I was the only one who didn’t provide a “what I did on July 4th” update. Mine is undoubtedly the least exciting, but still kind of funny in reflection…in a subtle, maybe-you-had-to-be-there kind of way. I volunteered to help transport the hospital’s long-term care residents to the parade downtown. Since it was a (characteristically) rainy day, this involved burying them under layers of winter coats, gloves, hats, blankets, and plastic ponchos until only their unblinking eyes peeked out. So, we took off in our own little parade the 7 blocks into the city, my backpack stocked with camera and a little plastic cup in case Benny’s teeth fell out in the street. (There was good reason to suspect this may happen as he was pushing on them grotesquely before we left, looking like a jeering Paddington Bear in his big yellow rainhat). The parade was as wonderful and satisfying as a small-town parade can be (sweet memories of the Ice Worm Festival in Cordova where the many-legged “worm” snaked down the hill followed by children on unicycles). As anyone who chooses can enter the parade, there were kids who made cardboard “jet packs” for their bicycles, groups of plant-toting environmentalists, a wet and grumpy student band, and a group of war protesters who immediately brought complete silence to the crowds (who then happily whooped when the fishnet-clad Coho Queens rolled in next). A few of our “residents” were also invited to join the parade, so in went “Betsy Ross,” her costume flowing over poncho and wheelchair, and Joe with his walker who promptly spilled his entire bag of candy over the street. The rest of us stood at the sidelines, watching the makeup drip and the candy fly, making split-second judgments about which pieces were worth rescuing from the dirty water in the street. (Judging by the aftermath, peppermints were rarely worth it.)

The rest of the day was spent drying indoors. Because the Southeast is only blessed with one (qualified) pyrotechnician, Sitka drew the short straw and had their holiday fireworks the day before, rather than on, July 4th. They weren’t released until 11:30pm when the sky finally became dark, and then promptly disappeared into rainclouds where they let off a distant, anticlimactic BOOM.

Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it. George Bernard Shaw

Reunion

Monday, July 9th, 2007

After 10 months primarily surrounded by new batches of strangers, I got something this weekend that I've been craving---the company of a close friend.  Kristin even forgave me for being late to pick her up at the airport.  Before your jaw drops disapprovingly, I had a ... [Continue reading this entry]

Only Fools Run at Midnight

Sunday, July 1st, 2007

That's the name of the race and the reason that I drove downtown last night at 11:30pm---to join in the silly side of Sitka. I've seen the outdoorsy, musical, professional, and friendly sides of town, but wanted something more bizarre ... [Continue reading this entry]