Boys...

... my plans for the afternoon were derailed totally today... it was a simple plan, really... head into town and pick up lunch... but some bread, milk, and apples for my Mother... deliver them and head home...

... didn't quite work out that way... as it turned out I ended up driving an neighbor to and from the ER, filling prescriptions, feeding livestock, and generally doing anything and everything than what I WANTED to be doing....

... but something just happened as I rounded a curve a few minutes ago near the home I grew up in... a little boy was walking alongside the gravel road.. iPod in hand.. baseball cap pulled down.. a scrawny, short-haired kid.. pale.. with big eyes that looked up and smiled at me as I slowed when I passed him... probably ten or twelve years old... baggy jeans too large for his thin body... he waved to me as I went around him, and smiled....

... just a kid walking down a country road in the evening... 5 O'clock and he's got nothing else to do between then and being called in for supper... no other children live on that dead-end road... so he was just killing time... grooving to his music and scuffing his feet on the dusty road...

... by the time I reached the top of the hill where his Father and Mother live, probably 300 yards away.. it hit me...

... 25 years ago, that was me... sans the iPod... and carrying a Daisy Red Ryder instead... heading out in the evening to patrol the dead-end roads around my house... jumping into the bushes when hearing a car approach... or standing and waving stupidly when one managed to sneak up on me...

... as strange as it sounds... seeing that Baxter boy kicking stones with his tennis shoes kinda made my day... those roads have gone too long without little boys to explore them... my Brother and I stopped doing that long, long ago...

... it was nice to see that kid today... it brought back a lot of memories... and if my day hadn't gone to Hell in a handbasket earlier in the day, I would never have noticed him... I guess a derailing is a good thing sometimes.... it's all about being in the right place at the right time...

by Eric on February 27, 2006 | Bullshit (1) | TrackBack (1) | SWG Stories
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Sometimes a dusty road and a flood of memories is all it takes to bring you some peace.

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