I was having breakfast with my mother, like I do every Sunday morning when I am home, and like every Sunday Monring for 20 years we had the TV on, the selection always the same, CBS's
Sunday Morning.
When I saw the story come on about the passing of Jack Weil, I pointed to the TV to get her attention to it. She does not care what she sees or what is being said she will comment right over it.
"You know what old people are that slow? It hurts to move." She said. The story progressed thru pictures of Clark Gable, Eric Clapton and then, the screen was filled with blue sky and green grass, and the outline of Chinaman Peak. I could see Roland laughing outloud, I knew that spot intimatly.
[Paraphraising] "Most recently Weil's shirts were featured in the movie Brokeback Mountain...." and Jack lassoed Ennis's feet and down they went, tumbling into that familar crevace in my heart.
She sat there and watched and for once offered no comment. I wiped away a tear. My Boys.
When the story ended and they told he was 107 she was truly amazed.