This is really funny and I wonder if I'll somehow back in to doing what is my covert desire anyway. Even if I had time and energy, where would it end up.
Lots of thoughts of family and childhood and the hidden mysteries of whatever went on with my dad.
1. Was there another woman?
2. Why didn't he take one of the kids?
3. What was going on when he was driving back and forth... gassing up... left something behind at the service station? Changing his mind? So drunk he was getting lost? Stranger things...
4. Who was the other person if there was another person. Stranger, friend... family? What is that person doing today?
What would the family have been like with him around? What would each kid's life look like today. Brother, sister, brother, brother.
What about his guns? Anything funny there? The long 22?
How about this guy from the coroner's office who phoned my mom. What was his story? Who does that?
Every time I drive that way now the road seems to twist more than ever. I look for gas stations and liquor stores. I notice small homes in need of repair and I notice every woman in over the age of 70. I don't know that I've ever driven Hwy 115 alone and I don't think I want to.
Funny thing is I was too young to care so why does it seem like I'm the only one who thinks about it today? Obviously that is a thought that only someone like me could have. I'm the only one big hearted and deep-thinking enough to wrassle with tragedy. All the others are content and self-absorbed. Doubt it. They do probably wonder why I even bother? How can you know something is missing if you ever knew you had it?
I have two memories right now. Probably more to come.
1. Dad coming home from school and giving me a small box of Junior Mints.
2. The razor blade episode of 1972.
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Lots of thoughts of family and childhood and the hidden mysteries of whatever went on with my dad.
1. Was there another woman?
2. Why didn't he take one of the kids?
3. What was going on when he was driving back and forth... gassing up... left something behind at the service station? Changing his mind? So drunk he was getting lost? Stranger things...
4. Who was the other person if there was another person. Stranger, friend... family? What is that person doing today?
What would the family have been like with him around? What would each kid's life look like today. Brother, sister, brother, brother.
What about his guns? Anything funny there? The long 22?
How about this guy from the coroner's office who phoned my mom. What was his story? Who does that?
Every time I drive that way now the road seems to twist more than ever. I look for gas stations and liquor stores. I notice small homes in need of repair and I notice every woman in over the age of 70. I don't know that I've ever driven Hwy 115 alone and I don't think I want to.
Funny thing is I was too young to care so why does it seem like I'm the only one who thinks about it today? Obviously that is a thought that only someone like me could have. I'm the only one big hearted and deep-thinking enough to wrassle with tragedy. All the others are content and self-absorbed. Doubt it. They do probably wonder why I even bother? How can you know something is missing if you ever knew you had it?
I have two memories right now. Probably more to come.
1. Dad coming home from school and giving me a small box of Junior Mints.
2. The razor blade episode of 1972.
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