The fresh market was also where I found the picture of the day, the Buddah's hands, which was the strangest of all the strange fruit in the place. We ended up buying raisins and wasabi covered peanut, which are the absolute bomb! I shy away from peanuts, so I just ate the wasabi off of them. Talk about addictive!
So with out supplies on the dumbass mule we began our assent to the star, the Mill Mountain Star (
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/VAROAstar.html) the worlds largest man made star on the only mountain located inside the corporate limits of a city (talk about obscure symbolism). The road is a newer one that winds around the back of the mountain, not the insane switch back road my sister coasted down in a 1965 Pylmouth Valient that was out of gas and that the Blessed Frump-Frump was made to climb back in 1970. A truly horrible tale that makes me cry even now. (
http://rtonline1.roanoke.com/history/frumpfrump.html)
There should always be mountains. Some place where one can be suspended above everyday affrais, look down upon them infact. My Granny was like that, I remember hearing as a child how in 1936 when they first got a car she wanted nothing else but to go up on the mountain, to gaze out at the world below from Lovers Leap. It is sacred space, and on that day its paths were littered with leaves, my boots crunching and kicking them with abandon. The path lead to the over look, and with the star like some grand corona behind us we gazed out at the Roanoke valley splayed before us. The river bisecting the interstate, the old neighborhoods, the high rises downtown, the open spaces, the rail yards, the airport, the malls, beyond them more mountains, Tinker, Poor, McAfee's Knob. Normal affaris, a quarter of a million lives, each complex and constantly changing. Each like a bubble in the boiling caulderon of life. Here one can step back and take a look at it. Marbel at it, like watching a story on a hugh TV.
I paid my tribute to the star, the incredible monstrosity the post war generation planted there, this land make that has stood guard over my comings and goings all my life. A few years ago it was dark for about 6 months for repair work and Mill Mountain looked so strange in its natural state. It is a part of things, it has always been as far as my mind was concerned.
The afternoon lead to reunion, acquition of bottles of Mead, a game of pool where I got to sink the winning 8 ball for the first time ever (yes, I called it) an opportunity to purchase a Dulcimer (Not this week) and a delicious meal of Lamb Saag and other unpronouncible treats.
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