As August 27 grows near I can’t help think more about you. Don’t get me wrong. . . I think about you every day. You see, I’ve taken a job in Versailles, so I drive by the Airport every damn day. I used to love that place. It was the place to go when you needed to be free. To watch the planes bring people home or take them to faraway places one can only dream of.
I never fathomed Heaven to be a destination.
They’re expanding the Airport, if you can believe that. It makes me angry; SO intensely angry when I see the vast acres of raw dirt exposed from the bulldozers. As the oil burns and rises into the sky – I see images of that day and my heart sinks, and aches. It was mildly comforting when the grass grew in your place, when flowers bloomed and life found its way to you. But this is just too much. Tearing you down and building over you will not erase you.
I’m sorry I missed your birthday this year. I promise we’ll have beers soon.
I went to the Arboretum for Summerfest a couple of weeks ago. It’s not Shakespeare in the Park anymore. I remember you and Marsha had the kids there for The Lion King (I think).
That was the last time I saw you.
This weekend is the volleyball tournament. I know you probably still don’t believe we do all this but hopefully you realize that . . . we ain’t stoppin!!! Ha ha ha I’m getting super excited about it! I LOVE seeing everyone out there having fun. It reminds me of the tournaments you guys would play when we were at Ashland. My favorite was the one at Seton Center when it seemed like you guys played for DAYS, through the rain, until 3 in the morning. I don’t even remember if you guys won or lost. I’m sure you do. I’ll have to ask David. He probably had eaten a dozen bananas for his leg cramps that night!
Susie asked Christie and me to come to Pops this year. I think that will be weird but I’m really looking forward to it. I know you’ll be there. I had SO much fun the last time we were all there. That seems like forever ago… I have some very funny pictures from that night. I’m sure beer & wine had NOTHING to do with those. HA ha ha
Ah man, it's good talking to you. It’s been way too long. I miss ya, lots.
See you Saturday. Bring the cooler, your knee-pads and some pancake mix!!!
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Princess, I know what you mean. I miss that strip of bright green clover....rolling over the hill. I look for the small white farm house, it is gone. And yes Heaven is a destination! I should work harder at making sure I will be there some day, I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to see my Tone.
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