At the Wadsworth

On a crisp, cold, T.S. Eliot kind of Sunday,
Prufrockian to the max, some of New
England’s most chic met in the Museum Cafe
to partake of the sacrament of Sunday brunch.
The Colt Exhibit two floors above bore
incongruous testament to man’s violent side as
perfect multi-chambered cylinders of burnished
blue steel glinted smartly in their glass cases
offset by meticulously lettered placards.

Showcased against a fine specimen of mono-
chromatic cubism, a society matron with spun
lemon chiffon hair sipped a mimosa and picked
parsley from her teeth.  Her consort, natty in glen
plaid and understated tie, tackled a frittata with
andouille sausage and baby asparagus spears (oh no
my dear, it simply wouldn’t do to call it an
)  and sipped black coffee.

Mere blocks away in the shadow of the armory,
in a modest diner, the hoi polloi with great robust
gusto gulped slabs of bacon with hash browns and
fried eggs and read the sports pages.  The
homeless hovered outside wearily waiting for
a handout, oblivious to the art patrons spinning
in their own peculiar orbit, agog over Fauve
beasties and the vagaries of gouache and tissue
paper collaged onto cardboard — a.k.a. “mixed media.”

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About Connie

Connie Pursell is a baby boomer and a technical writer in the world of healthcare claims. Did Jesus Have a Cat? is her first book of essays. Connie misquotes Shakespeare: “Some are born quirky, some achieve quirkiness, and some have quirkiness thrust upon them.” She thinks she was born quirky but didn’t find her voice or full quirky potential until her later years. She grew up in Lancaster, California and earned a BA and an MA in English from Cal State University, Long Beach. In addition to essays, she also writes poetry – a couple of poems are included in the book. She is active in volunteer activities, makes beaded jewelry and lives in Laguna Niguel, CA with her three cats.