Tag: memory
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Island Memories
It was before most cars had air-conditioning; so even on the hottest days we drove with the windows rolled down. Always in that black ’63 Impala, or later on, the blue one. And finally the Nova. My grandparents were working class people with union jobs. They bought American. They bought Chevy. WMCA New York was…
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Loss
. I held her hand tightly, because I could. It’s what she wanted. It was sure as hell what I wanted. She was visiting me from out of state and I was showing off the city. We had been wandering around Manhattan all day and now long into the evening. It was New Years Eve…
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Last Words
Some day You don’t even like clowns! I knew it. It had to be a woman Swear you’ll call me Call me Call me You had better call me You were supposed to call me We’re just too different You don’t seem very upset I don’t see why you’re so upset He and I are…
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Lost In Time
The Blue RIdge, hazy in the distance Walls off the valley, bulwark against the outside Cows stand like ancient sentinels Waiting for history to happen again Old schools float like islands in an ancient sea Grounds still littered with grape and canister They set their own rythyms Cadences of a bygone era, steadfast Bugles sing…
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Running In Geneva
It’s pitch black out and the steady rain insures that it’s not going to get light anytime soon. It’s 5am on a winter morning in Geneva and I’m going out for a run in the rain without really knowing where I’m going. I can remember small things…running by the florescent lit parking garages of a…