Polaroid – in front of my first apartment. Back from my second patrol aboard a Fleet Ballistic Missile Submarine. Me and my Mom in a newly purchased, well used, 1960 Corvette. Two years later, I had it right.
But that day, heading to the Menriv (Mendel Rivers) Convenience store at the Polaris Missile Facility, Atlantic, I was taking chances. Long two lane, in piney woods, looked and saw I was doing 85 MPH and maybe I should go to third gear and maybe, fourth. Mom had a NASCAR grin! Like a rock!
Couple of posts back, I wrote “Taking a hiatus/retreat/sabbatical/down time/hiding out for awhile. Time to write, carefully. It will be a quiet time. Here and at home. Maybe, as Shirley Horn sang, September.”
I lied! True, ‘cept, like Lisa Lamont in “Signing In The Rain”, “I can’t stan it”.
Too much life going on for me to be quiet – as much as I treasure my new found quiet. And maybe, at 74, pushing 75, I’m shedding my Catholic upbringing aka “Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt and Responsibility”.
I am gonna write and edit my past work. Curated a Cary Players performance today, from May of 2011, in Jordan Hall – which pre-dates the opening of the Cary Arts Center and before it’s conversion to the Cary Fire Dept. HQ.Gallery is here: Puss In Boots, May of 2011
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