November 08, 2006
big rock city
big rock city!
LK and I had traveled down to D.C. the weekend before Halloween. We had traveled to see some friends of mine from the University of Georgia and their new infant son Charles. while we were down there, LK took me to a wooded hallow down from her elementary school, a short walk from their home in Maryland.
the hallow has a small stream that runs through it, the kind of brook that struggles during the dry and barron days of august. but this autumn afternoon it filled out the sound of the wind blowing through the amber leaves. The clearing was clearly for half pints, the worn bapth down from the school at an apt height for a forth grader. Ducking beneath the overhanging branches and spiny thickets, we came to the banks where the big rock sat.
when I was a boy, there was a stream behind our neighborhood in Marietta. On a rainy day, it was the kind of stream that bubbled up with God only knows what washed into it. But when you're a young id, the fear of water born diseases is of little concern. On a hot summer day, we would jump in with our clothes on and venture off into the fronteers of suburban life. It was the closest I ever had felt to Huck Finn and Tom sawyer.
There's a lot in common between Columbia and Marietta. I felt as though I were a kid again as LK and I stood on the banks of Big rock city. I was glad she had shown me such a great part of her childhood. Partly to feel a part of her own history, but I was more excited to see that you don't have to always completely grow up. I have a feeling there's a Big Rock City in every person who doesn't mind talking like Kermit the Frog when they see a green frog puppet, or using the word "smurf" as a verb and noun for at least two hours after they handed out candy to the two small children dressed in white pants and shoes with blue faces.
LK and I had traveled down to D.C. the weekend before Halloween. We had traveled to see some friends of mine from the University of Georgia and their new infant son Charles. while we were down there, LK took me to a wooded hallow down from her elementary school, a short walk from their home in Maryland.
the hallow has a small stream that runs through it, the kind of brook that struggles during the dry and barron days of august. but this autumn afternoon it filled out the sound of the wind blowing through the amber leaves. The clearing was clearly for half pints, the worn bapth down from the school at an apt height for a forth grader. Ducking beneath the overhanging branches and spiny thickets, we came to the banks where the big rock sat.
when I was a boy, there was a stream behind our neighborhood in Marietta. On a rainy day, it was the kind of stream that bubbled up with God only knows what washed into it. But when you're a young id, the fear of water born diseases is of little concern. On a hot summer day, we would jump in with our clothes on and venture off into the fronteers of suburban life. It was the closest I ever had felt to Huck Finn and Tom sawyer.
There's a lot in common between Columbia and Marietta. I felt as though I were a kid again as LK and I stood on the banks of Big rock city. I was glad she had shown me such a great part of her childhood. Partly to feel a part of her own history, but I was more excited to see that you don't have to always completely grow up. I have a feeling there's a Big Rock City in every person who doesn't mind talking like Kermit the Frog when they see a green frog puppet, or using the word "smurf" as a verb and noun for at least two hours after they handed out candy to the two small children dressed in white pants and shoes with blue faces.
# posted by Tony : 7:29 PM
