15 April, 2008







I once spent a summer in Birmingham, Alabama with my cousins. It was a strange, out of sorts environment compared to Big Pine. Containing paved roads, sprawl, and space age mirrors my uncle designed for NASA. I guess I might have thought it was a futuristic town.
When ever we would go do something in the car, I would ignorantly wave at the people and workers as we went by. Most the workers were black men, and that stood out to me. My aunt told me latter that you don't wave at strangers.
The majority of the summer was spent at the pool watching my cousin's, David and Bridget compete. My Uncle, had given me a job of timing the cousins, and though I was horrible at it, it felt good to stand at the edge of the pool with purpose.
I would watch David shock through the underwater race track like an eel. Over and over again,then emerge like he was brushing off beads of oil from his skin. He a silver child, with my stop watch always a few moments off.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Keep it rural, cousin!

Anonymous said...

this cousin died on Friday ):

Anonymous said...

Aww. that is a sad bit of news. Is your cousin the fellow in the photo? Tragedy.
My regrets,
From your faux cousin

Anonymous said...

Yeah cousin, thats him, like shapeshifting metal, he left the planet!

Anonymous said...

so long Elvis.........

Anonymous said...

Those blue 55 galon drums are the exact same kind Tim McVeih used to blow up the Fred Murphy Federal Building.

Anonymous said...

WOW , you know yer barrels!