A poem about life, death, tomatoes, product placement, and rebirth
Sacrament
I want to be a sacrament
When I die
Mix my ashes with garden soil, Miracle Gro
Put us in the plot I tilled and tended every spring
Plant tomatoes — Beefsteaks, Better Boys and Brandywines
Water well
And when we ripen
Slice us thick and lay us out good white bread slathered with mayonnaise
Preferably Hellman’s, though Duke’s or Blue Pate will do
Salt, pepper, lettuce, the latter optional of course
Take a big bite
Think of me
Wash me down with cold, whole milk or a Barq’s root beer
Smile
I am back in circulation
So are fire departments in general, but this one in Nebraska is special
On a rise along 110th Street in Bellevue, Nebraska, the state’s oldest city, now an Omaha suburb, sits one of the coolest firehouses you’ll ever see.
Actually, it wasn’t built more than 100 years ago to be a a firehouse. It’s a great example of adaptive re-use that has been added onto to accommodate big, modern trucks.
It also, as the photo gallery below demonstrates, has been painted and detailed like a minimalist masterpiece.
