A favorite memory from Switzerland. Craig and Robin come to visit me. We share a picnic of cheese and cherries and bread in the park behind the Landesmuseum near the Zurich Hauptbahnhof. We sit on the concrete-floored gazebo, and there are ants. Later, it is a trek to James Joyce's gravesite. We are appropriately reverent and also appropriately irreverent. We may or may not quote passages from Joycean works (alas, I do not recall). I may or may not mention that my prefered Joyce is 'Carol Oates.' Robin, I think, is bored. The sun is high and hot in the sky. It is summer. I had broken a tooth on a frozen bar of chocolate the night before and am wearing an odd prosthetic. My Swiss dentist also has a son named Robin. Later, Craig cooks a supper for all of us. It is pasta, if I remember rightly, and it is exquisite. As Craig's meals always were.
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Thanks for sharing this memory of Craig Arnold. I didn't know him but heard him read at KGB years ago.
Posted by: Marissa Despain | June 17, 2010 at 06:52 AM
A lovely tribute to your friend. Thanks for sharing it with us, Jill.
Posted by: Laura Orem | June 17, 2010 at 07:30 AM
Y'all are welcome! I truly wish I remembered more of that day. :-/
Posted by: JAE | June 18, 2010 at 03:44 PM
I love your blog.
Posted by: Carina | July 12, 2010 at 09:13 AM