Monday, June 20, 2011
These steps on Commercial Street lead me back to Bishop Street. There was Leo and his prowess for hitting a baseball, Eddie and his tucked away Mad Magazines, Linda and those blue eyes, Buddy's pure athleticism, Judd and her trimmed bangs, Skipper and that captivating laugh and smile, Brenda and her allure, Billy and those lame jokes, Judy and that first Byrds album, Teddy of the big blue bike and me and the camera. At thirteen, we seemed to all want to end summer days scattered about the Nelson's front steps, porch and railings. Ah... summer nights back at thirteen. It was a time!