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Black and White
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Black and White |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
I saw Charles today on the midtown bus. He was staring out a smoked and grime stained window, lost in who knows where. I walked on past and sat down at the rear of the bus gagging slightly at the smell of diesel and sweat of countless faceless riders. I now could see the back of Charles' head, a row or two ahead, just like in the seventh grade, except, in the seventh grade, he was Chuck. I knew the back of Chuck's head as well as his face, throwing spit wads, whispering, passing notes. Did you see what Mantle did yesterday? Chuck's reply was automatic, Yeah, but what about Mays? We were best friends. Then came high school. College. At the twelth street station, Charles stood up and walked slowly to the front of the bus, never looking back. As the bus pulled away, I watched Charles pass slowly down the street. Seventh grade seemed so long ago. I rode on out to the suburbs, my car would be out of the shop tomorrow. As I stood and walked to the front of the bus, I whispered slowly to myself, Mickey Mantle. I passed the seat where Charles had been sitting. Written in the window's grime, Willie Mays. [This message has been edited by Tim (edited 11-16-2001).] |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Tim This was so very well written and enjoyed by this reader. Take care....Sue Suetang |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
oh I like this, how you pull the past into today and weave it all toether with hopes and dreams is great  |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
'SayHey'Tim~ Oh ... this is so wonderfully written and shared~ Memories rose to the surface in a flash~ I have a dear, dear friend who played in those days ... I will enjoy sharing it with him~ Thank you soooooooo much for this piece~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The very sad part of black and white... is that we always miss the gray... |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh this was so sad, but I truly enjoyed your presentation of a story far too true. ~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Tim--A wonderful and story of life and the loss of childhood. Really enjoyed reading this...thank you! |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
O yuh the point is well made and the write is well writ as always! |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
I enjoyed this. Peaches |
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Apachecat906 Member
since 2001-09-04
Posts 217Michigan, USA |
This is absolutely wonderful writing. I was on that bus with you. And I smiled that half smile at the writing in the window, I could reread this a million times. It's strange in a good way how things can change so much and yet remain the same. How sadness can be so happy. I guess it never is black or white now is it? Thanks for sharing, this one goes to the shelves! Go ahead, push your luck; find out how much love the world can hold |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smiling....looks like I missed the first jump on your post, but not too late I hope? You are so diverse, from sad reflections, to soft love sonnets, to humor. I enjoy your work much. Have missed you, Tim. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
An interesting, beautifully sad write. The imagery is so strong, I can smell the diesel fumes, and see that window etching, and watch Charlie slowly receding from view.A very good write! |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
It would seem the memories abound for both you and Charles even though life has turned out very differently for each of you. Only the truest of friends can stand the test of time. It's a brutal one, that's for sure. Sad write, but leaves the reader wondering. Nicely done, Tim. All writing comes |
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