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Ergot-y wheat flour has slipped into the food chain and all who buy our bakery’s shortened leavenings share both the lightening and the darkening. Coffee row's fresh donuts catch the banker, the constable and the station master right after church; Sunday’s scones with tea catch the devout in the church basement; Johnny’s sister’s family at their twins’ baptism share their braided loaves and the fungus’ toxins catch half the town; Sarah Vedro’s Bat Mitzvah blintzes and knish-dishes caught the rest yesterday. At the first evident sharing of this lysergic moment, a buzz tears through the village: Bella Faccio, the deaf-mute, has said nothing for years, but is speaking in tongues and torching buildings just north of the tracks; Jan and Cam Carew and their three little ones had been to the bank at foreclosing time Friday -- today they pack to leave their land forever while somebody sets their buildings afire; Vasily and Mary go to ground in the root cellar under their house after devoutly placing a hoe and a Seneca root digger in the shape of a cross in the middle of the yard between the house and the garden; All five of the O’Connors gather dancing jigs and reels and hornpipes up and down the streets to the music of their bodrans, fiddles and flutes -- wearing nothing but their instruments; The constable opens the jail and releases the remanded murderer on her own recognizance; And Danny McKay climbs the CN station's semaphore tower with a box camera and a tape recorder to record and broadcast the strangely beautiful events of the day. Dean Morrison McKenzie © Nov 14 2005 |
