where I checked my blogs and e-mail (can scarcely remember my pre-netbook days when I would go internet-free for most of my holiday) to find that Lisa had written this wonderfully thoughtful, articulate, wise, and, shucks, downright flattering post about our meeting the day before. Lisa's genius is that she can take the concrete specific and theorize its more general, even abstract ramifications, and do it in an open, logical, accessible way that invites the reader onward. We follow her abstractions happily because she keeps them grounded so convincingly. She could make shoelace-tying a life lesson, and I would nod, seeing her point, I'm quite sure.
First, I'll remind you that most of us associate Lisa, however Sturdy she claims to be, with heirloom diamonds (yes, balanced by khakis, but still. . .), china patterns (and yes, augmented or complemented by Target finds, but still . . . ), and the enduring value of a high-end loafer (even though, yes, she offers the shoe's equivalent at a lower price point).
Pater was in heaven, although not sure if he shouldn't have loaded up on another plate or two of the spicy, savoury goodness. But since Lisa promised tamales down the street at La Spiga de Oro (not sure if I've got that name right), and since her first stop had definitely earned his trust, we were off. -- before we move along though, check out those crumpled napkins, those paper plates littered with the evidence that delicious messiness was indulged in -- Sturdy Gal, right?
From there, we were on our way back to the hotel, but for a stop right underneath the bridge at Fort Point -- impossible not to be struck by the sheer effrontery of whomever was involved in imagining, engineering, and constructing this span. And, of course, we had to pose in front of it, first Pater, then as he turned the camera lens for the moment you've all been reading towards, Sturdy Generous Delightful Charming and Just Plain Fun Lisa and I . . .
And, you know, I've reconciled myself to the inevitable comparisons, to my inability to spin the wise universal from a delightful specific afternoon -- my task here, after all, is a different one. My task is to thank my blogging friend, Lisa, for the warm welcome she offered us to her city. I hope some day I'll be able to show her around mine. That would be a Privilege indeed.