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Front-Ranger:
Good points. WHH has a new book out: Augusta Locke. It will be the next book I buy.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0670034916/104-5766778-2158315?v=glance&n=283155
gattaca:
I would also very much like to see the forum revived at annieproulx.com. I never had a chance to see the original forum.
Shakesthecoffecan:
I try to exercize, mostly by going to a walking trail behind the county administration building, 8/10's of a mile of winding asphalt built on a former landfill. If I miss a month or two going there I can detect the undulation of the ground settling.
Part of the trail winds behind the county jail. On a hill above the exercize yard there is a dual cain link fence, topped by razor wire. In the space betwixt the two fences the sherriffs department has stored all manner of recovered property, mostly four wheelers and gas grills, and right by the gate, a couple of concrete lawn statues: Mary, the Virgin Mother of God, and a nameless Lawn Jockey. They has stayed there for years, arranged so the jockey's out stretched arm reaches out to Mary, as if he is comforting her in their confinement.
The other day I passed and looked over there and saw them differently. This time the jockey became Jack and Mary became Ennis, they were by a fire and Jack was tugging at Ennis's ear. How fast do tears come to your eyes? Mine have become like a light switch, one that comes on easy, but you have to fiddle with it to turn it off.
gattaca:
--- Quote from: shakestheground on June 16, 2006, 05:26:21 pm ---The other day I passed and looked over there and saw them differently. This time the jockey became Jack and Mary became Ennis, they were by a fire and Jack was tugging at Ennis's ear. How fast do tears come to your eyes? Mine have become like a light switch, one that comes on easy, but you have to fiddle with it to turn it off.
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Sometimes it hits with no warning (or so it seems to me). On my way home two days ago, I drove by an intersection with a small cluster of houses and there was a man in a light jacket wearing a Stetson and boots who was fiddling with the mailbox in front of his house and I immediately teared-up thinking of Ennis and how the hell are you supposed to drive when tears spring up like that?
Shakesthecoffecan:
How are you supposed to drive? Or carry on a conversation? Or think clearly about anything when your heart and mind is raw from being confronted with such greif?
I do occassionally make light of it, the other niight I was thinking about changing my profile, adding a picture of Ennis when he tells jack "You know I ain't queer" and changing my signature line to" "You know I can't spel".
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