Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Ravenna has three syllables, so there's at least three ways to say name of this Michigan town.

There's one that rhymes with Hosanna. There's one that rhymes with
Novena. There's one that makes the first letter A long, which sounds
like Raven - nah, as in the bird Poe paid so much attention to. The
woman at the museum said the name in an Italian way, but I cannot
reproduce it. The name means rolling hills in Italian. I am dining at
the Ravenna Round Table and there's two of them. Men at breakfast will
add extra seats and nine or ten can fit, says my waitress. The square
counter has eight high seats, and two farmers have conversed about
fine points of hay for fifteen minutes. It's time to haul some hay
down to a Kentucky farm a man just bought. Greenville needs it.
Belding needs it. Harford has an issue with rotting hay. Leave it out
in the sun and that will disinfect any thing, says the more senior
farmer. Now they're onto tractors. 3 choices of home-made pie are
available for a buck seventy-five an hour, pecan, orange and coconut
meringue. Cook & owner is selling 3 kinds of salsa, mild, hot &
extreme.

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