“Hey,” he said again. “I didn't know you would be naked... In a bath tub... He didn't say that... I'm sorry.... I really am sorry.”
The street that I grew up on. The house is the house we grew up in. We played tackle football on that road. Baseball in that gravel lot in the picture above, which is directly across from our house. The little white building pictured above? That was Major's Market. If you had a quarter, you could get a sixteen-ounce Coke, or Pepsi if you prefer, or DR Pepper as I preferred. You could also get a large candy bar, and a handful of penny candy. All for that quarter. We used to love to walk down to Major's Market and spend our money. We used to get up on the roof of that red building, which is a lumber storage barn, with a neighbor's ladder to get our baseballs a few times a week. There would usually be three or four along with someone's kickball, football, or basketball . The tackle football was a sometime thing. The thing being it never lasted long before someone got pissed and got in a fight. It hurts to be tackled on pavement. But once we walked about a mile to
Comments
Post a Comment