Monday, June 20, 2011

Commercial Steps

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!

12 comments:

  1. Place does hold an important influence over our memories, doesn't it? This is another of your thought-provoking posts which I truly adore.

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  2. Ah but I wouldn't want to be 13 all over again...

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  3. Great names; you paint such vivid pics of these people and places.

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  4. You've painted such a vivid picture of these characters from your life!

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  5. A snapshot of your soul. How you appreciate. Each different person, each special in their own way, each accepted for who they are. Each person tied to a happy cell in your memory. This post so gracefully simple touches the heart of youth.

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  6. I'd like to go back to those days knowing what I know now - would have appreciated them more!

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  7. It starts like a novel I would love to turn more pages...
    Do go on!!

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  8. Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end!

    Do you mean to tell me you remember all those people, their names and idiosyncrasies from your childhood?

    What a guy. What a memory. Now, just a question leading to a quick diagnosis: What did you do yesterday? :-)

    And yes, we like food, and eat out a couple of times a week. But the reason you see restaurants on Ocala DP is that we have a lot of them and some are colorful and well, we do spend a lot of time in them.

    Furthermore, when you get old and gray and forgetful, what else is there to do but eat. You can't see worth a darn, can't hear worth a damn, and are too achy to get out and about without help!

    You'll find out!

    So, you don't like food?

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  9. A sweet story. Your writing reminds me of Mark Twain and Garrison Keillor. You need a publisher.

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