Half moon outside my window. Winds are blowing through both
windows. Rustle of trees breaks the silence. Fan is circulating air in the room.
Eyes are watering and my sinus are acting up.
Scented candles are going but I can’t smell anything. Tomorrow is game
night and I am not sure who is going to win. Kevin said last week, this should
be for the Golden League Division Championship.
Streets are quiet tonight, though. No one is walking. No dogs are barking. Cars
are all parked on the streets and the drive ways. Green, blue, and gray bins
are outside the streets waiting to be picked up for Friday rounds.
Its nothing like living in the big city. Would stare outside
and listen to the party revelers travel through the streets. Looking out the
window I would see the Green Line pass by. Looking across Comm Ave. CLA
buildings was where I would be. Either
late night studying or attending class in the morning. To my right would be the
Communication School Building. Had Psych here and played Frisbee on the lawn. Up
the street a few blocks away there would be Kenmore Square. The lights of the
Citgo signs atop the building would flash the Red Triangle on the white background.
By the bookstore was Narcissa . It was the first dance club I visited in Bean
Town.
Now, it’s the quiet street on the East side. Its October now
and soon there will be little Trick or Treaters. Groups of children would the swarm
house knocking on the door screaming “Trick or Treat.” Looked for the orange box with the Halloween
decorations in the garage. Couldn’t find it. No more bats on the ceiling. No
more plastic headstones. No more screaming cats on the fence. Not until I find the orange box.
Tomorrow is the big game. Palmdale versus Quartz Hill.
Rebels have beaten the Falcons these last couple of years and both teams are
undefeated. . I am sure they can score on them, but their offense has been
together for some time and has a stud for a running back. Don’t remember the
school last year, but the season prior PHS got blanked. On Homecoming to boot.
Still remember those times. Prom, Homecoming, Winter Ball. Wearing the tux. Putting on the corsage. Rolling
up in the limo. Having the white carnation with the blue paint. Times with
Sergio, Brian, Ricky. Pretty ladies, Mandy and Laney. Those times are long over,
but as I scan through some old pictures it feels like yesterday.
I try not stay here too long. Past is where it is and I don’t
live there anymore. A brief respite but I need to get back on the road.
Soon after that will be Thanksgiving, then Black Friday,
Election Day, Christmas and New Years. Another year will have passed and I will
wonder what where has all the time gone. Dorian will be competing soon. Lynn
will be in high school soon. And Precie will be applying to colleges soon.
Missed my time with Em. Thought I would always have the time
to make up with her. Always thought I could make things right. Always. . .
Going through some of the family tree stuff. Looking through
some pictures. I realized that life was much simpler then. Things were better.
Life held so much more promise because the important choices did not have such
a life-altering meaning. Yes, I am idealizing the past.
Not sure who attended Mike’s graduation with Dad, but he got
some pictures with Dad. Guess, that is why I like taking pictures of some in
the audience. I am drawn to what that person is experiencing. Getting a feel of
the place. The sounds and smells. The moment captured for others to analyze and
project. To see and feel that other felt.
Then every day, it held much wonder.
Now, I look out the window and wonder. I think of yesterday and today. I wonder what
happened to Gabby, Hy and Zao. Do think of me like I think of them? I doubt it.
How did our brief encounter have an effect in our development? What Karmic
payback was made in our brief history in time?
Will I be a monk for Halloween? What will I get the kids for
Christmas? When will I visit Mike and Tatay and Rochelle? Will I ever have a good
relationship with Em?
What is important Today is to add a my thoughts to the electronic paper, to add a few words
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