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Wand’ring lonely, the cheese did not acknowledge me [Nov. 9th, 2010|01:02 pm]
R. Scott Shanks, Jr.
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I have been sent away to Seattle, bereft of home, hearth, an my honey.  Life is empty, life is drear.  I took part in the computer geek activities that took the first portion of the day, and had a couple hours to kill.  Nothing called to me, nothing sang my name soft and low, so I walked through the cold rains where none knew me and all eyes were filled with suspicion as I passed.  I went down and north, then down and south, and north again.

Until I came to Beecher’s Handmade Cheese.

I had no need of cheese, but the glamorous and brilliant-edged Libby, daughter of my soul, once worked there, building her mighty cheese-making arms and honing her magnificent tourist-cutting grin (both thumbs up, of course).  I had my own grin, and the tourists were wary of me.  I walked around the place, viewing it from all angles, considering the ways of it, how it changed the environment by laying as it did.  I thought of cheese that came my way, and stories of the thankless anguish of a cheesemaker’s life, and how things taste better with a bit of good cheese sprinkled over — or how life is better with a bit of a cheesemaker in it.

I pressed my hands and face to the window, hoping that one of the captive cheesemakers within would display their mighty thews or favor me with a well-cheddared grin, but was disappointed and had to make do with being chased off by the proprieter.

Thanks, Libby — I needed the grin.  How you did that from so far away is beyond me.

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry
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[User Picture]From: seattletosydney
2010-11-10 01:55 am (UTC)
Your Libby tag is not going to know what hit it come December.
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[User Picture]From: mnarra
2010-11-10 06:07 am (UTC)
Excellent
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[User Picture]From: thejiglett
2010-11-10 09:05 pm (UTC)
You musta been a real creeper to get chased off! The only people I had to ask to leave the store were lazy con artists and the occasional belligerent drunk.
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[User Picture]From: enigmat120
2010-11-11 03:52 am (UTC)
He's a creeper. I took some lessons but I have a long way to go.

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[User Picture]From: mnarra
2010-11-11 04:10 am (UTC)
...although he's got a lot of natural talent.
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[User Picture]From: mnarra
2010-11-11 04:10 am (UTC)
I might have been treating the inmates like bears at a poorly-supervised zoo....
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