Monday, October 18, 2010
the bra bridge
whenever we return from a weekend out of town, i feel a brief gearshift, a millisecond of transition that tells me "we're home". usually it's an intangible thing, a sense of a change in the atmosphere around me. but yesterday, coming home after a few days of glittering mississippi sunshine and pomegranate mint juleps, it was more than just a feeling. the bridge across the kansas river was strung with brassieres from end to end, as it is every october for "bras across the kaw". just like the city itself, there are bras of every shape and size and personality. big bras. little bras. painted bras, smiley face bras, studded bras, memorial bras, beaded bras, glittery bras, doodled bras, corset bras, modest bras, lacy bras, racy bras, feathered bras, just about any kind of bra you can imagine. (for those in town, they're still accepting donations, as some fool filched a string of them last year before the display came down.) it's a far more personal and persuasive effort, i think, than a traditional display of pink ribbons. a reminder that a lot of people and a lot of boobs lived in these. a reminder to be proactive about my health. perhaps most of all, a reminder that i was clearly back in lawrence.
see you tomorrow for list it tuesday!