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There were storms yesterday afternoon and into the night. Before sleep, I lay and listened to thunder rolling across the valley. Thunder and the whistles of trains passing through Leeds, two profoundly comforting sounds in the darkness, and the rain against the windows. Trying to focus on anything but grief and misgiving and regret, and the rain helped a tiny bit. It will be cooler by maybe ten degrees today, in the wake of the storms. It's 63˚F now, and sunny, and our high will likely be no more than 75˚F.

Yesterday, we drove through Leeds, past houses where I lived as a child and a teenager. The house on Bryant Avenue NE (1973-1974), the house on 1st Avenue SE (1974-1975), and the house by the cement plant, on 3rd Avenue (1975-1979, and my favorite). Then we drove out of Leeds on Asheville Road to Markeeta Spur Road in Moody (past a house where my Grandmother and Grandfather Wright lived, and a house where my Aunt Maybelle Aderholt lived) to South Chalkville Road to Roper Road. The latter took us to a little subdivision between White's Chapel and Trussville, where we lived from 1980 until I left home in October 1982, the last home of my childhood, on Pinebluff Trail (Cahaba Cove). Then we drove into Trussville proper, past the old high school, the one I dropped out of in April 1982, a month before I should have graduated. Then we drove back towards Birmingham, to Roebuck, to the parking lot at Roebuck Plaza where, in 1965, before my sister was born, when I was hardly older than a year, my mother and father took me to see the Sinclair dinosaurs from the World's Fair (sculpted by Louis Paul Jonas) when they were touring the country. This is one of my oldest memories, and it's likely what pushed me towards paleontology, beginning that far back. Mom says I can remember the womb. Even I would doubt actually remembering the Sinclair dinosaurs, were the memories not so vivid and detailed.

If one can be sick with their own memories, I certainly am.

Back home, back at my mom's, I did a Charles Wysocki jigsaw puzzle as the rain arrived. We watched episodes of Justified and then had a late supper around 9:30 p.m., barbecue from Rusty's (some damn decent barbecue). Before sleep, I watched Jules Dassin's The Naked City (1948), and then I fell asleep to John Ford's The Quiet Man (1952), which has become a comfort film of late.

And that was yesterday.

This is the thirteenth day since we left home, and the time has come to decide when we're heading back to Providence. I'm thinking it may be Thursday. I have a lot to try and do before then, including finishing "In the Flat Field" and getting Sirenia Digest No. 135 out to subscribers.

A very belated birthday to Byron White, a dear friend whom I have not seen in far, far too long.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast

8:59 p.m.


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Mark Orr
May. 1st, 2017 03:09 pm (UTC)
I remember that dinosaur exhibit. Saw it in Nashville. I was not quite seven. They had a machine that would vacu-form a dinosaur for you for, IIRC, a quarter. I got an ankylosaurus, about six inches long. I thought the club on the end of the tail was cool. Had that thing for years. Wish I still did. Wish I still had lots of things I had back then. Oh, well.

Travel safely, whenever.
May. 1st, 2017 09:16 pm (UTC)
John Ford's The Quiet Man (1952), which has become a comfort film of late.

Good choice. Have you heard Bing Crosby's version of "The Lake Isle of Innisfree"? When I can't watch the movie the soundtrack is also one of my comfort soundtracks.

May. 3rd, 2017 07:10 am (UTC)
Trains and Thunder...
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