Thursday, October 4, 2007
Well by and by I begin feeling the boyhood summer vacation days sinking back in - 1298 miles (google map) from birth in the great Eau Claire, Wisconsin. It is a mid-summer funeral vacation and woe my Grandmother is dead – is dead – is dead. Blonde hair blue-eyed strapping Viking babies and rugose relatives never before seen by me. And by and by I see life on the Chippewa River is free and easy – just like I remember floating homemade mini canoes down imagined rapids and following with wide eyes to great beyond – never to learn its fate.
Now seeing big red rock bluff cut through the landscape with easy river below on which ancient feather Indians paddled white birch canoes. And lo and behold I am back in my room of central air conditioning (everybody has it out here) to escape from the cicada humming heat bouncing off vacant parking lots of a million Wisconsin summers. And Ahhhh day-time TV of infinite boyhood summer afternoon ennui (Price is Right, Gilligan, Monkees etc.) – you will never be as free with this glorious slow down of time and naaathin’ to do. And lo and behold – a Cubs game – the humm drum shhh shooosh of day time baseball game and soon – A NAP!
Later to be reacquainted with Jell-o salad, Brats, Beer and that ubiquitous macaroni dish. “go home and get married…boy I tell ya when I was your age…” ya good luck ho ho ho me thinks but don’t protest too much.
And OOOO don’t cha’ know visions of Franz Kline and Mayberry all rolled in to one.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
This is this and that is that and whats black is black and the great green that explodes out of the earth every year - satori every summer. Finally. then gone again. So we wait till next year - but if you can remember to say "ahhhh" and let it be - soak it in comma only worry that you just can't breath it in deep enough.
Ralph Emerson lived on School Master Hill in Franklin Park. He found something to say 'neath the new england pines and fields that stretched as far and wide as any other field in this universe (now a golf course). The colors are as thick as they were in 1850something - never a fools paradise when its your backyard.