Clinton St. Quarterly, Vol. 4 No. 4 | Winter 1984 (Seattle) /// Issue 2 of 24 /// Master# 50 of 73

stacked his boxes of Goldens and Reds in my station wagon. (I noted Tuck had fingered on the dusty back- end “Picker Mobile.”) Dave jammed his pack and sleeping bag in, also. He asked me if I would read outloud the Yeats poem, “The Song of Wandering I Aengus,” that I had sent him in a letter. I did. This lovely poem tells of how the shimmering trout the Irish hero caught transformed itself into a glimmering girl with apple blossoms in her hair. When Dave reached down to pet Gumpy (and she responded happily), I knew he’d return next season! (Hell, I don’t know, maybe One-Bin Walt will too!) Danny Rosato ran and brought us both a freshly baked cinnamon roll, chock-full of honey and raisins. As we munched away and drove away, we waved goodbye to friends, to “brothFOCALMEDIA POINTCENTER library window installations 3/4" video editing film/video exhibitions 911 E. Pine St. Seattle 98122 • 324-5880 A CONTEMPORARY ARTS/MEDIA CENTER It took 2000 years to improve this bed. it’ll take just one night to improve your sleep. Futon. Six-inch thick Japanese beds, all cotton or with two- inch foam cores. Sound sleep at sound prices. 516 15th Ave. East, Seattle Capitol Hill 323-0936 Hours: Mon-Fri 11-6/Thurs 1l-7/Sat 11-5 MORT HW ES Estoa • RESTAURANT • • ESPRESSO BAR • • DELICATESSEN • SERVING GREEK CUISINE Imported Delicacies, Fresh Breads-, Gelato, Specialty Meats & Cheeses to Take Out Catering & Party Platters M on day -Friday 10-10 Saturday 11-10 116 SouthWashington 623-4164 ers and sisters” — to “the family of man.” Smelling the fragrance of the orchards wafting through the car window, I realized I had experienced many things “apple-picking.” If you clumsily ram your wrist against “a spur,” you can gouge blood. We came from the dust, we worked in the dust, and we’ll return to it. Where does it come from? Pesticides? Fruit sugar? Mt. St. Helens’ ash? Alkali in the water? No one knows exactly. It’s addictive. Your eyes get irritated with it. Your nose snorts it and sneezes it. It’s like Jim Cook said to me, as we were leaving, “Next season you’re gonna come back to get your dose of pickers’ dust. It’s time-released! Around September, you’re gonna call Doyle up and reserve a trailer for the harvest.” ■ Clinton St. Quarterly 11

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