“If we live truly, we shall see truly . . . When we have new perception, we shall gladly disburden the memory of its hoarded treasures as old rubbish.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
In some alternate reality, I am just sitting here with my windows open as the city quiets down and folks on the beast coast enjoy a nice fall night. Someone has a fire pit going in the town and the smoke seems to travel well here. I am pulled back to The Can, to The Biscuit. The smell of dried burning leaves and the world quieting down. Now, maybe more than ever, I know that peace and happiness are so much more valuable than debates and criticism. Somewhere we got caught in the blur of life. I blame technology. Ha. I think about what you would be doing. A relaxing Sunday of visits, a pot of gravy with some ravs, maybe a roast and some veggies. A call to ask me if I want to stop by for dinner. How I thought those invites would never end. How I value your cooked meals filling my belly with nutrients and love and the simple fact you just liked having us over, just liked company. Just liked people. I think about you taking your boxes of fall and Halloween stuff out. I can imagine those tin
Not that I would ever want to write about that day in any way, but that day, I guess, well, we all were somewhere, with someone, seeing history, unfortunately be made. I will never forget that morning. There was literally not a cloud in the sky. I guess I was like 24. I know I was working at Vanguard by then. I am pretty sure. I remember, that day, I was just sitting out front, cause it was so comfortable about on Grant Rd. The sun was perfect. The sky perfect. You must've been somewhere in the house. Not that you could get lost. I remember Dad was in his work jeans and sitting upright on his bed. I think all the girls were in school. I was done college. I have this idea of going back into the house and a "oh my God..." or a "Bob, what is going on..." For some reason I remember Dad just being fixated on the Sony screen. There weren't many words to echo during the time the planes were hitting. I remember one thing...the two of you on the bed, the brown and li
I am remembering the time you first got The Bitty. You had loaded all your stuff up in your car and were heading down. I got a call from a trooper that said you had been in an accident. Obviously my heart sank quickly, but in the background I could hear you laughing and saying, “that’s my son!” So a sigh of relief came over me. So the trooper tells me that they are gonna get you a tow to the local Wawa and you’ll be there. So I went out the night before, but jumped up and got my stuff on and I think even packed a small bag to stay over with you. Really not sure where the hell I would be picking you up at or where we would be going. So I am flying down to BumbleF town in whatever part of Jersey you were stranded and I pull up and I see you….At first I laughed, but then a huge sadness came over me. Like Chrissy said, “you do anything to get to the beach…” Even if that meant holding an umbrella over you to protect you from the sun while all your goods were spread out in the grass for all
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