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| Me and Steve at a bridge in Scotland. |
Scotland is nice this time of the year…. if you are the type that enjoys dark and cold days. The green is waning but it is still green. I know nothing of the Scottish way, but I hear it is beautiful to visit this time of the year. Braveheart, yaddayadda. All times of the year are better in a peculiarly Scottish setting. I don’t know why I write about Scotland. Perhaps Braveheart, perhaps photo development. Maybe the Arab Strap. Didn’t you always like Braveheart and the Arab Strap?
I remember me and you at the Green Room that summer when we worked at the video store and I thought the world was an oyster… or a clam or something like it.
We drank the Schlitz and had “power hours” before you moved to Silver Spring and then further on to Brooklyn. We watched Orioles rebroadcasts on HTS at 1 AM after the last copy of Braveheart left the racks and we cleaned up kiddy-spilled candy messes.
It’s all foggy. I don’t know what it is all about. Or why I am even writing right now. I have nothing really to stay. It’s just that I stared at this page and it seemed empty and you were on my mind for a bit. You didn’t invite me on your baseball trip this summer. It’s not that I would have gone. I never have. I always look forward to the invitation though.
Did we ever really play a game of pool at the Green Room, or did we just drink watery domestic beers?
I hope you are fine. I hope Jeremy is too.
I didn’t go to VT. I am still here. Just a few yards away from where I was. Call if you want.
It was a sad few days and the thoughts turned to everything , and I picked you out of the crowd.
Despite the time change and the way things were working out, I see light. You have always been as foolish as me, but you never saw me angry like I have been. Jessica, who you met once, said to me waybackwhen that I was the most genuinely happy person that she had ever met. That it was refreshing. I don’t know what happened but I feel if I try in the right ways that I may be able to find my way back to that state of affairs.
I hope NYC is doing okay, and you as well.
I think I’m at the turnaround. My baby came back to me tonight.
Take Care,
B
does this mean you’re still in touch with dan r.? i think about him occasionally, and wish i knew some way to reach him…
i, as you can see, continue to have difficulty discerning what in your writings is “real” and what is fictive…guess i’m kind of a modernist at heart. at least about some things.
dawn
i miss having this to read.
It’s not just a bridge in Scotland; it’s the Forth Rail Bridge.