Apr 18, 2006

COME, MR TALLY MON, TALLY ME BANANA
PODCETRTEK, Slovenia – After 30-plus hours on public transport, my head has an independent weather system: fog on little cat feet. Intellectually numb, I count banana barns from the train window.

Oh, I know they're not bananas, all right. But these yellow cylinders have me stumped.

Hmmmm. Temperate climate, fertile rolling farmland, rustic wood-hewn drying racks in eastern Europe ... bananas, of course!

My brain's caught in a horrible loop: sort of Groundhog Day meets Harry Belafonte.

Day-ay-ay-o. Stack banana till thee morning come!

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