Three of them, standing on the overpass as i was heading home with a head full of “i’ve still gotta” items for my day. Boys at that magic age where they’re old enough to have freedom for adventure, but young enough that it’s still cool to just play.
i scooted to the right lane to exit the highway, and watched them signalling the trucks – that universal kid gesture that says “Hey, Mister! Honk your big loud air horn when you go under the bridge!” Before i rounded the corner, i heard a trucker comply with their semaphore request.
Flashing back to my own days on the bridge, i could almost feel their giddiness! Growing up, we had an interstate bridge on our street – maybe a half mile down the road from our house. Before the days when large, chain-link fences are erected to keep people from dropping projectiles onto the cars below, we spent many hours on that bridge. Watching for trucks. Running from side to side to catch them as they approached.
This is, by the way, the definition of the phrase “Small town, not much to do”.
We’d get lost in it, though. The kind of thing you do when you’re a bored kid. The kind of thing that everyone did. In the grand scheme of things? Pretty damn meaningless.
But i miss that feeling.
With the weight of a couple more dead people* dropping on me this week, along with a few more bits of annoyance and vexation for good measure, i was dragging ass on the way home. People have noticed that i’ve acquired the habit of a very deep sigh. Sometimes it comes with nearly every exhale.
When did i forget how to leave it behind? When did i lose my ability to find mindless amusement in the most simple things? When did i get so fucking old?
i’m off on another business trip in the morning. Some time
being stoopid with the Dawg Boyz with friends. May be just exactly what this ol’ bag of sighs needs… Shame i’m not driving.
adorable traveler found here
* Not literally. Mom’s sister died on Tuesday at the age of 84. My boss lost her father within about an hour. While i’m not close to either of the deceased, their deaths triggered a multitude of things for me to take care of – namely, finding a way for Mom to get to that fucking funeral today, while clearing the massive piles of work-stink that i needed to cover for the boss so she could attend to planting her father.