I know that kid!
This is important. I seem to have reconnected with myself from back before it all got beaten out of me, so to speak, or was it beaten into me? A spontaneous occurrence after years of mucking, the strange event bodes well. I already walked down to the acequia [look right] this afternoon to get the laundry off the clothesline, and I just walked down to the acequia and got the clothes… I realize that doesn’t make sense to many of you, but read it again out loud, slowly.
That I can even BREATHE without six levels of subtexts is stupefying. (I’ve got it down to one or two.) If I start having fun again, all bets are off.
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That little kid looks just about as full of beans as the young fellow I knew in high school days. But those beginnings were just a prelude to the true adventure of your life or any life – the attempt to figure things (and one’s self) out that creates the yarns and narratives we all live by and in your case have been gathered into your columns. Nevertheless, it is fascinating to think of one’s younger self, so unformed, inchoate and uncompromised, and wonder with hindsight what other possibilities have been lost in the struggle that followed in that young life. Speaking personally, I have noticed that life has a way of doubling back on itself so that certain apparently lost possibilities end up presenting themselves for a second time, even if not in exactly pristine condition. Though I’ll never be a serious scholar (which I once wanted to be) nothing prevents me from studying and loving the things I once thought I could have made a life out of. Things like that can happen with people too – old friends lost and then found again. As for you, my friend, I see a future for you that could involve a farmhouse, a dirt road and a back 40 – linking up with something unexpressed thus far in the little kid sitting on the cow and the fellow I knew who was a tinkerer and dry wit.
John,
I get that.
Kenny, I’m going to start posting some Abilene stories soon. You’ll be so agitated, you’ll have to start your own blog.
And thank you for the benediction/prediction. What a great comment. I need that kid. He got pushed away and buried, probably just so I’d have to go off looking for him, like you intimated.
Kile, I’ll bet you do get that. This master of distraction has missed a lot of life by walking around with a head full of fear. Every moment is miraculous, and not feeling that is a crime against oneself.
You nailed it my friend.