Letter

Can’t stop thinking about my best friend Paul who died a week ago Friday. Miss him dearly.   This is written by his brother, Sesshu Foster.

East Los Angeles Dirigible Air Transport Lines

rain blowing through the cypress and pine forest across the peninsula/ but it was sunny the day we went to wendy’s memorial atop jack’s peak, first time i’d been up there/ i told wendy’s sisters i was very moved by their testimonial at the church in salinas/ you were tired, chose to rest in the car when dolores and i walked in the woods/ we looked south along the coast/ carmel valley below/ post-op, no chance for your stomach to heal, you were drinking again/ exhausted, napping in the front seat/

someone said you looked ten years older/ beard gone gray/

monterey bay unfurling to the north/ open to the pacific/ light and shadow on the water/ haze across the north/ i gave your computer to alba and little omar/ alba said big omar, deported to oaxaca because of dui’s, is drinking his life away/ little omar took the laptop…

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for Paul

More memories about my best friend Paul. By Sesshu Foster

East Los Angeles Dirigible Air Transport Lines

for a moment, i sat on the top step and looked three stories down ransford avenue

i rode my bike to the rose bowl (three times around)

i looked up at the agave spikes about to flower on the high hillside

i looked at the people jogging and walking

i drank iced coffee out of my steel bottle

i waited at the crossing for the light rail train to pass

i looked at the white clouds over the mountains

i thought they were beautiful, just like my wife said

i kissed the small of her back while she cooked chile beans

i scratched her back as we watched a dvd about sebastiao salgado

i scratched the dogs head and muttered something to him

i washed the dishes with soap and hot water thinking that it’s some kind of privilege

each thing increases with wonder when you see the main stem…

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Letters from Paul

Written by Sesshu Foster, Paul’s brother.

East Los Angeles Dirigible Air Transport Lines

Paul Foster, 1956 – 2015

Tuesday, Oct. 20, 2015

11:30 AM

Myopia, part 741

Sesshu

Thanks for the postcards.

The book, ‘AUSCHWITZ AND AFTER’ is great. (Charlotte Delbo)

I haven’t gotten all the way through it.

Sidetracked into ‘THE GREAT GATSBY.’

Sidetracked again into ‘LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING’ by Tolkien.

Got stuck on that, through 388 pages —3/4 of the book.

Intermediately: Bukowski, like a fresh hot pizza.

John just took off for MPC, the community college, to play on their library computers.

Last night I made boneless pork ribs, browned them and then stuck them in the oven with barbecue sauce, on low heat for hours, covered with aluminum foil to keep the moisture in. With rice. The guys liked it. 3 lbs. of meat gone.

I’m waiting for my computer to come back from Ohio or some place like that, wherever Toshiba lives…

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Christmas? Bring it on the troops are ready!

In memory of Paul. May his star shine forever.

If you’re ever in Big Sur this is a place you don’t want to miss.

Cute idea

I bet the tourists snap these up by the dozens!

Bixby Bridge, Big Sur, CA

Amazing isn’t it!  I think this is possibly one of the most photographed bridges in the country (world?).  Or at least one of the most photogenic. Anyway this bridge and the surrounding highway are very popular places to make car commercials.

More of the beautiful Big Sur coastline

Big Sur escape!

After I found out my friend had died I needed to get away, too many emotions to deal with.  A perfect distraction was Big Sur.  If the beauty of the coastline can’t help you forget your pain nothing will!