REM report

i was driving around with someone, a woman i think, on an overcast morning, on a street that may have been Seattle's Michigan Avenue. we were trying to get some donuts from a place called "Seattle's Best Donuts", which was very much like a McDonald's. i was pulling out of a parking lot, waiting for traffic to pass by so i could pull out. there was a woman in a dark blue compact sedan moving along slowly- i was thinking to myself, "cmon lady...." when she passed by i pulled out quickly, in front of a another compact sedan, this time a spendy little silver car that reminded me of a Mercedes.

i was driving along a winding, freshly paved street, avoiding the crumbling edges and potholes (?!) of the new asphalt. there was some guy on the radio talking about tax breaks and not giving up his "lifestyle", which i gathered to be something along the lines of a well-off Republican sort....whatever that means.

the scene changed to being in the home of the man, while he was on the phone with the radio station. the guy had lots of kids, all milling around the kitchen, busy with various activites, and he proceeded to name them all, the last one being Beatrice "he pronounced it "bay uh trizz". there was a string of boys of varying ages. i noticed the refrigerator was covered with 'Polly the Paint Parrot' magnets, and other homey type stuff. before long i noticed there were a lot of female children too, of varying ages, and that all the children were dressed similarly. there was a very busy mother preparing food, standing at a sink in front of a window. the family dog was pulling on her apron strings from behind, quite forcefully, and the mother seemed to take little notice of it and wasn't bothered by it. one of the girls, a heavy-set one, came home at that point, a little later than she should have (i gathered), and realizing she missed the food, looked a little crestfallen. she said something about the benefits of having friends....