Childhood...

... lately, certain decisions have caused me to drive the same road everyday... a main thoroughfare of sorts, it is straight and businesslike... nondescript... it's like many semi-rural roads around the county... though slightly busier perhaps.. for all intents, it is straight with only a few large, arcing curves that don't quite require braking...

.. it is in the course of being widened as well... progress marching on, etc... but, that said, delays are not common at all...

... it is humbling to see the giant pieces of machinery slowly moving earth and gravel as you zoom past...

.. my old childhood home stands there too... midway between my destination town and the small place where I live now... it seems so odd to pass by it every day during these last two weeks... I still remember the telephone number all these years later... 442-4488....

... my youth - from age 3 to 7 - was spent in that little house by the road... funny... I have a photo of me cradling a winter icicle that my Dad had broken from an eave where it had grown one chilly night.... the thing was nearly as long as I was tall...

... I am off again soon to drive the road today... and each day I take notice of how - yard by yard - the road-wideners get that little bit closer to that old house...

... progress...

... I can't help but wonder if the workmen will eventually find my super-secret stash of 1977 Playboys that I buried in the basement once that place is finally bulldozed...

by Eric on September 20, 2006 | Bullshit (6) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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Stashing Playboys by the tender age of seven? That explains so much...

Bullshitted by Richmond on September 20, 2006 12:34 PM

...I even had the issue with Linda Carter (Wonderwoman) in it...

Bullshitted by Eric on September 20, 2006 01:38 PM

Age 7? Thank heavens my son hasn't discovered Playboy yet (he's 8).

Bullshitted by trouble on September 20, 2006 02:00 PM

Time nor progress wait for no man. My old trailer home is long replaced by a newer house-on-wheels. The tree we planted in 1983 in honor of my Grandmother upon her death is gone and nothing looks the same. Lot's o' treasure and pets buried there.

Bullshitted by Monty on September 20, 2006 09:30 PM

I still remember the phone number also..just crak the machine and when the operator comes on say, "Hey, Ruth, will you ring up George for me and while you are at it hit Bill and Leroy ..they are on the same line. Then of course all twenty phones on the line would be listening in to see if we were talking about them and of course we did. Got my young butt switched by by Momma for saying bad words on the phone..evesdropping neighbor told on me.

Bullshitted by GUYK on September 20, 2006 11:09 PM

Funny - I still remember my very first phone number too 672-8968. It changed when I was about 11 or 12 (I lived in the same house from birth - 17), but I never forgot that old phone number.

1977. Playboys. I'm impressed. And he wasn't 7, he was five. I was six in 1977 and he's a year younger than me!!! FIVE years old Eric...or were they just reruns you had when you were older???

Bullshitted by Lisa W. on September 21, 2006 05:51 AM