A NEAR DEATH
Every time we made a stop the driver did his welcoming speech and informed us that the wifi password was the clever "badgerbus". I pulled out me computer and for fifty-nine miles I used my left knee and hand as a stabilizing support for the vibrating bus table while trying to find the badger bus server with a one finger typing scheme from my shaking right hand. I never succeeded.
By the time I got to the apartment I was too exhausted to open the lid on my MAC. Refreshed on Monday morning I set myself up to take a look at my email and get started back to work. I pressed the start button, the screen lit up in that soft fuzzy grey color. The wheel started spinning and then spinning and then...nothing. Time after time I tried to start up my link to the world, my best friend, the thing I rely on to get me through the day, but nothing. It had left me.
This is all in explanation for why I'm so late in posting this week. IO wait patiently, now linked to a temporary life line with a rental computer, while the best experts in the world work over the barely breathing carcass of my beloved friend and keeper of all too many secrets. Get well cards are greatly appreciated.
THE VERA LIST PROJECT
Michael Garlington, photographer
Represented by Gallery 291, San Francisco