Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
Posted:
Apr 14, 2024 - 8:55pm
oldviolin wrote:
Thank you Kurt. No book. Just flooding memories. Details sometimes. Like the chain sound. Little things. Most of our life minutes are eaten away by mundane routine I think. Anyhow everything seems to remind me of something else lately. Little time machines. Smells and sounds and magical moments.
I'm there too.
Must have something to do with age.
Every time I hop on my Schwinn Sting Ray, it's a flashback to '63————-
We were at Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park in Big Sur to hike to McWay Falls and all of a sudden these whales appeared so close to shore.
Wow. Great shot. One of my favourite areas and memories. I packed to the hot springs for my 21st and hung out in Andrew Molina with all the various people living there. Met a Merry Prankster. Didn't see any whales.
Nice touch.
Are you writing a book?
That rig chain sound always brings back some great memories.
Thank you Kurt. No book. Just flooding memories. Details sometimes. Like the chain sound. Little things. Most of our life minutes are eaten away by mundane routine I think. Anyhow everything seems to remind me of something else lately. Little time machines. Smells and sounds and magical moments.
Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
Posted:
Apr 12, 2024 - 3:56pm
oldviolin wrote:
The only time I've ever been able to get a kite to fly straight up and float
was a few years ago, literally standing on her grave down in the little town where she was born.
It was a store bought job with a plastic tail. She understood it was the best flyer I had at the time. No jets interfered out of reverence I suppose. I owe her a home made model flight.
The only sounds that day were whistling tall pines and the rig chain gently tapping the flagpole.
The whispers were all in my head. I was alone in the cemetery and all the residents were sound asleep...
Nice touch.
Are you writing a book?
That rig chain sound always brings back some great memories.
The only time I've ever been able to get a kite to fly straight up and float
was a few years ago, literally standing on her grave down in the little town where she was born.
It was a store bought job with a plastic tail. She understood it was the best flyer I had at the time. No jets interfered out of reverence I suppose. I owe her a home made model flight.
The only sounds that day were whistling tall pines and the rig chain gently tapping the flagpole.
The whispers were all in my head. I was alone in the cemetery and all the residents were sound asleep...
