Passage #27: 23 December 2009
Dendrophilia
Is it possible to be seduced by a tree? In this day and age, with the Suicide Girls and Realdolls and Craigslist casual encounters, it hardly seems like something as prosaic as a tree could capture a man's attention. But 1883 was a simpler time. They didn't even have the party line yet (or did they?). Okay, sure, it was still practically the Wild West back then and the place was probably lousy with brothels, but if Deadwood has taught us anything, it is that Wild West prostitutes were petri dishes of diseases (hey, it wasn't their fault; they were just doing their jobs). So trees were a safer avocation. The worst thing you might catch from one of them is a little root rot....
What was I talking about?
This week's ride. Right. This week we head up to Altadena to traverse the street that John P. Woodbury's arboreal ardor built. It is a special holiday ride, so there is a special holiday length to it: nearly twice as long as normal. No, we're not going to get back "on time" but we're not going to care, because it's the holidays, dammit, and we're going to get all kinds of holy all over town.
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