Rainy Night In Georgia

It’s raining outside. I sit in silence alone in thought. The wind howls and an occasional undetermined noise echoes somewhere around me. I glance around the room at the pictures on the walls. I remember him saying, ‘you can always remember how old I am. I’m one year behind the calendar.’ He would be 112 this year. Another photo and the thought comes, ‘how’s it going Leroy’ – not my name but what he always called me. Both of them gone now, one at the age of 83, the other at 48. Baring anything happening in six weeks or so I’ll make 54 years.

I don’t watch much TV anymore choosing instead to watch movies and such at my convenience on Netflix or Amazon. The news these days is too depressing, someone more powerful did something to someone just because they could. Or even worse doing it just because someone else does it and others are powerless or afraid to stop it. ‘Others get by with it so why don’t we try it…’ sounds good but have they really? Hopefully they are only appearing to get by with it. Who knows in the end? Brings to mind a movie I saw once or twice… DEFENDING YOUR LIFE.

Of course, I am defenseless in my own mind. I have made mistakes that I know and knew were consequently damaging to myself and others. I wonder then is there any solace in saying to myself, ‘You were a dumbass …’   

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