The Great Wake 25: Ashes In The Air

 

One day you realize the good guys were the bad girls, and the good girls were the bad guys.  Looking back, it all makes sense, the total eclipse of the heart.  But that means nothing now, this is our time still, this is our woke up call.  Let the summer simmer, exhaust your grievances, wail and moan, march and chant, wear your costume.  All in good fun.

Burn ban in the west, winds are whirling wild.  Smokey smells, charcoal ruins, ashes in the air.  The California Governor is in his forest fire jacket again, his camera crew follows him everywhere.  In San Francisco, he built the largest tarp city ever known.  He seems an ugly, ineffective man of unusual inauthenticity.

The boom balloon deflated, the helium got sucked up by the gigglers, the bull headed yappers who buy, buy, buy.  Stick to the plan they'll say, history is on your side.  The fat is best cut after the grilling, let the juices fry.  Sear with the high heat all over, trap the flavor.  Make every bite count.