sailing

371 years ago…

i was a child of 8 years old…

our country was only 200 years…

it was 1976 and i lived in a one horse town in indiana. our post office planted 3 pines i honor of our country’s birthday. The honor of watering it fell to me and i was paid 50 cents a day to come out and water them. it was my first job…

after my job was done and i collected my pay, i would walk to Franks Superette, the only grocery store in town. for my labors i could afford a bottle of grape Nehi a comic book an a ten cent grab bag which i would then walk to the bench in front of the town library to drink my soda read my comic book and thrill at the unknown prizes that hid inside the bag…

i did this for two years…

today i stood staring into the sun as i felt the day drift by me and thought, this is that day… if i close my eyes tight enough i can see the wood floors of the store, smell the spices and fresh meat. i can taste the sweet grape soda and the pure sugar of bubblegum cards…

couldnt get them closed enough… so i had to settle for those ancient memories…

it was so long ago…

so many different versions of me come and gone..

butcher…

baker…

candlestick maker…

tinker…

tailor…

soldier…

spy…

none of them more relevant than the husk i am today…

obsolete…

i think it would interesting to set down with them all and see what makes them tick…

you see a memory only see’s what it wants to believe…