THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Towns in the backdrop. Example...

I remember Davenport so well that the entire city eludes me.

A shithole of a town, Davenport, a real steamer!

Mary Sheldon waved goodbye to me from the back of a crowd that was standing on the Davenport 331 railroad landing.

She was a beut... unlike Davenport... she had class, no real logic for love, but class nonetheless.

I remember a great deal from those days.
Posted by

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)