Контент 18+ Once upon a time, back when dinosaurs still prowled the earth, I was a little boy who lived with his grandparents. It was a nice enough childhood, as childhoods go, and if I have any bitter memories, they do not concern my family members. (Which I why I still don’t understand why I murdered them all with an axe !…….Joke. Sorry)
One of the best things was when … Read the rest
Контент 18+ There is a famous painting by the American Edward Hopper called “Nighthawks” which I ran across on the internet a couple of days ago. I love the frigid melancholy of much of Hopper’s work and suggest to my readers that you check him out if you have never heard of him before.
“Nighthawks” depicts a late night diner-cafe in New York City in 1942. Four people are in … Read the rest
Second part. First part is here.
On 28 August, 1963, I came home from somewhere one mid-afternoon. The new school year hadn't started, so the early part of the day remains a blank. Except that I was in Charleston, West Virginia, and we lived in a big ramshackle white house at the end of a dead-end street way up in the hills.
When I walked through the door, our … Read the rest
