Juliana S.
Yelp
(temptation)
i was walking down the street innocently enough, on my way to the b+n to finish a book i was reading and possibly hit up a liquor store nearby, when something caught my eye: red balloons, white tents, and the distant carressing sounds of the jackson five. they beckoned to me. but this is not enough to tempt me, very serious scholar that i am, from my lofty literary pursuits and Very Important errands, so i continued down the straight and narrow -- until, with only a momentary glance, i was caught, a sailor hypnotized by the lorelei, dumbstruck and mesmerized by a man with a wide-brim hat and beard. i was eve, enchanted by some dazzling exotic fruit. could it be? could it be....the Amish?! i Love the amish. they're survivors from a long lost era, simply, effortlessly defying our modern whims, our superficial, hedonistic obsessions, our "electricity," and "haircuts." i Love them. if i weren't so lazy and self-absorbed, i'd probably stalk them or, you know, try to join their club, devote my life to an honest day's work and the good of the community. (i'm really a hard worker. really.) but then it got even better. not long after my enthralling minute of discourse with an amish scion (heirloom tomato transaction), i noticed a stray puppy, wandering along (leash dragging, owner following attentively), makin the rounds, visiting with friends. i kept walking. dogs multiplied. not only were the amish there, standing next to me, in the flesh, unassumingly selling their delicious and underpriced produce, but dogs were having their own dog day in the park. wtf? they'd set up trampolines and games in a field, someone was blasting "you ain't nothin by a hounddog;" there were hot dogs to be had, doggy treats dispensed, vets and trainers to consult, photographers to accomodate, paw-readers to forecast their puppy futures. i was impressed. happy puppies, happy people....it's all...a blur.
like a dream upon waking, i only vaguely made it out of that park, my head somewhere smashed against rocks, dreams doused with that poison of the unreal...the amish, some crazy psychedelic mysticism only ancient dutchmen could decipher....and maybe dogs...
i crossed the street, back to the right and upright world. some guy outside the b+n was chuggin a forty, speaking a language i understand. and i was back, back from the dangerous depths of temptation.