dcmarti1 Posted May 6, 2019 Share Posted May 6, 2019 With only a fan to circulate the night-hot Texas air, with only a neighbor's wireless and my USB adapter that constantly drops and reconnects, with only a 6x9 PDF template for self-publishing on Amazon, there cannot be shaded benches at the Fountain, there cannot be noon-time glances with nods leading down the path to Rock Creek, there cannot be red-lit rooms where names are never exchanged, never whispered. No, there cannot be many things that were once - and maybe should be – paradigm. There cannot be Saturday mornings waiting for Nancy, just as there cannot be Saturday nights waiting for almost anyone. There cannot be the agitated “Doors are closing” and there cannot be the five hundred feet to the grocery store sans parking lot. There can, however, be ambulances and IV bags, multiple doctors appointments, hurricane repairs, and there can be simple, children's card games with the mother who can still remember your name. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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