I turn on the Beer Gardens.
Tony and I sat in the park and read and talked most of the day. There was a Frau convention just by where we were sitting and they took one of our benches. I started reading the Fidel Castro interview in his Playboy. Then we walked by the river and sat until dinner. After dinner I went to a concert (Augustinian Church) of Bach. One string orchestra piece in a-moll and 2 Kantatas. The adagio of the string orchestra piece was one of the best Bach things I had ever heard. Being an ancient church the seats were extremely uncomfortable — especially the student discount seats. I could attend one of these every night, $3.00. Afterward Lance, Kevin (from West Chester), Peter, some other guy, Linda (older woman), and that girl that’s friends with Linda & I went to Augustinian Beer Garden — drag. I hate those places. I was lucky enough to catch one of the last Buses home.
That scene in the park with the Frau Convention is pretty vivid. Like I said earlier, the Frau’s ran Salzburg. The haunting reality is that I think there are so many because they’re husbands died in WWII. When I realized that I got chills. The entire park was dominated by Fraus, all from mid-50s to 70s, and many with very short-legged dogs. In my mind I see that Seurat painting, but everyone is a older Austrian woman, all in a similar flower-patterned dress, most with long-bodied, short-legged dogs. I think by now I’m gradually reincorporating the guy I left back home with the guy I was in Salzburg. It’s OK to be me and not like beer gardens. But it’s also OK to be set free.