Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Holding On
The daisies by the mailbox, at the end of the drive are rapidly fading and falling away. This one remained through the sunset before going the way of the others.
Phaon Crescent
In Greek mythology, Phaon was an old man who ferried the goddess of love, Aphrodite, to her destination. In return for his services, she gave him youth and beauty.
I await her betowal.
Alligator Lake
Got off around 1PM from work today. Took the mountain bike out to Alligator Lake. Took the trail that has not been mowed due to the rain. Tough riding. Not too much seen by way of wildlife. Gathered several apple snail shells, the amber disc valve that covers the opening of the shell. Found a note on the car in the parking lot, we have your grandson, bawhahaha...I suppose Landon and Amber were at the playground. Wish I had noticed as it is going on two weeks since seeing Nathaniel.
The Gathering Spot
Today the gathered sit arounds were no where to be found. Usually when I pass, five or six black men of varying ages are shooting the breeze, drinking beer and having a good time. While America has largely become a neighborhood of the non-working such as this, it is never the less refreshing to see people out and having a good time, even though times are not so grand.
Mr Foote
Mr Foote is an 87 year old fellow who lives alone in a tiny, run down, one room wooden home. When I read the meter on his house, I always make sure that I bring him a granola bar or something, which he relishes.
I would like to return one day and just sit on the porch with him, perhaps learning more of his history.
I come upon many such people as Mr Foote, living alone, making do.
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