8:45am December 15, 1999, MacArthur Blvd. * click an image to enlarge *
Brother Christopher Himes, December 15, 1999
It was a foggy 8:45am, and the mists were not empty. They were masking
the elusive Tonto and Cabbage Patch Lady walking from Starbucks back to
their glass shelter. We turned around several times and I snapped about
10 pictures with the window down. We captured a few decent images that
show the progression of their brief journey. In front of a hiking trail,
with horrified yuppie mom frozen like a deer in headlights. There may
have been an attempt at conversation by the TAC 2 but we couldnāt hear.
We clearly need spy tech. When we left CVS after a pit stop, we drove off
to find them again, but they truly did vanish. Upon passing CVS a second
time, mysteriously they were standing outside discussing something that
Tonto was going to buy. He took off his ton-ton-esque parka and fixed his
wig trying to make himself presentable to those with homes who work inside.
We snapped another photo and went on our way.
Our intelligence information has made it clear that the TAC 2 shop at CVS
and Starbucks. The holidays are approaching and we can't neglect our
TACPAL namesakes. The time has come to act.
1 Let brotherly love continue. 2 Do not neglect to show hospitality to
strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. 3 Remember
those who are in prison, as though in prison with them; and those who are
ill-treated, since you also are in the body.
"Unaware" by Brother Himes* click image to enlarge *
Brother Christopher Himes, December 9, 1999
Driving down Macarthur Blvd. I spotted two cloaked figures near the
mini-plaza with the Starbucks. This was a bit unusual, for Tonto and
Cabbage Patch had wandered far from the transparent Plexiglas of the bus
stop. CP was sitting on the sidewalk against a brick wall, clearly
groggy, if only from the demands of her generous girth. Tonto, like the
familial patriarch, was standing above her, strong and present, with nude
stockings and pine-colored running shorts reminiscent of Richard Simmons.
He would be handing her a cup of Starbucks. Possibly coffee or tea, or
perhaps just a Tonto-special (washer fluid) for that extra a.m. kick. But
if it was a Starbucks beverage being enjoyed, perhaps they would
appreciate some gift certificates.
Which begs greater questions: What are we going to get them for Christmas?
What does the new millennium hold for these two and for us?
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