No Problem should exist.
It is somebody else's Revolt.
I was talking to Jo Anne in my dreams she died some years ago... she was married to the local attorney... Sam.
Often she would come to Co' Co's kitchen and order a coffee to go, I might be out front cleaning up the walkway...
She seemed to be at ease with herself...... always had time for a few words....... before she strolled out to her car and left.
A gentle rain.
She died of Cancer later I heard...............
I wonder if she knew at the time....?
I didn't.
Placid....... I guess that is the word I am looking for.. she seemed placid, perhaps in retrospect it was self resignation on her part?
I was up by the old Scotty's in between there and the Eckards drug store... I was messing with my old dump truck... That had an expired license plate...I had been out of town a good while and the law enforcement car was nearby with two agents in it... I stepped deliberate into their line of sight to block the bad sticker date...... It worked... or either they saw it and did not really care.
As I spoke with her briefly in passing........ I had been in a fire fight as of recent then ... and nearly been missed by a bullet, it was exciting.
As she walked away I felt it was important and inflated my ego to exaggerate and tell her the story before she left.
Every once and a while you meet a truly nice person... a sincere person...
It strikes me as sad she died so young... must of really been so for her husband......
Why would you have a dream out of the blue about some one you once barely knew but remember so well in the briefness of circumstance and reminisce about her demeanor towards yourself?
Just to share a moment a few words or two.... unhurriedly and speaking about nothing much.
What was it? .... a life............of
knowing some of the unusual and
living on the Fringes........ I am grateful for.
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