We waited for the keeper to come home. It was very quiet here today. No rooster. No news trucks. No bear. But the keeper brought an old friend home and they grilled chicken and although they called it "blackened," we saw all of the flames and the smoke when they forgot to watch it. It tasted good though. The salad was good and some of it came from the garden. After it all quieted down, she told us about the rest of the day and how much passion for life the Spanish-speaking people have in spite of many obstacles. She said that much of the human race could learn a lot from them, especially those who are up- tight non-profit and religious workers who miss the rich music and the beauty of life and community to enforce the skinny rules of a too small horizon.
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