Williston women
When I came to Williston from Kentucky in sixty seven, I was not aware of the caste system. I would date some of the women, but they would eventually break up. Soon they'd end up with one with land, or road construction machines, pine trees, cattle, money , you name it,but not one who wrote poetry. They knew who to marry. One went for a spreader of fertilizer in fields, another for one with foundry connections. They knew who to cast for. I was an outsider. Little did I realize one little lady, an oil painter on Noble, had prayed that I would marry a Williston girl. It seemed an impossibility to break into the Mortgage Hill Caste system. She eventually died and I in seventy seven moved away. But God honors the prayers of his artists and at the late age of thirty three, I married a Williston girl named Melanie.
I guess it was mercy I did not marry one in my own futile efforts , as I'd no doubt be spreading fertilizer today counting my money.
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