Friday, August 7, 2009

Take Thursday, 1971

I remember well the evening I wrote this. Caleb was about six months old. We were living in a second floor apartment in Wilkinsburg. Next door, in another second floor apartment, lived Bob & JoAnne Willson. We were at their house for dinner along with other friends. Bob had cooked a great meal, as usual. In their living room, where we got into a lengthy discussion of our culture and how we were going to change the world, was a Goodwill couch, or maybe it was a curb-side couch, a huge full-length cigar store wooden Indian, a drum set and a stereo with huge five foot high speakers. Caleb slept quietly through the whole discussion, but ... maybe he was evesdropping! We went home late and I wrote...

Take Thursday

2 comments:

  1. your lucky you keep all your stuff, I have written lots in the past and lost it all!

    -junker

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  2. Junker, That makes me very unhappy! Where is it? Are you sure it is gone? Search for it. Find it. I want to read it!

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