Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Long Ago and far Away

A few years after my mother died in 1997, I moved back to Amarillo, where the people talk slow, the bareness of the landscape embraces you, and memories flash by like bright stations reflecting on the windows of a train at night.

My characters are those of the people, influences and loves I knew here so many many years ago. In other words the ties to a certain place often dictates one's emotional heritage. There may not be much difference in the Amarillo I grew up in and the Amarillo of today. But, Old Route 66 and the San Jacinto area have disappeared into the arms of a dying crack addict.

Both are shadows of what I remember from my youth. Much of what you read here springs from a mystical time, from the heart, deep as the sea of humanity, deep as the winding muddy river of life.

I recall sitting under a tree holding hands with my first true love. I may have been about 12 at the time. We shared a love back then that many of us have forgotten, forfeited or never knew. A love delicate in it's innocence, reachng far beyond time and geography, beyond the secret of the ages.


  1. I'm trying to comment, again, to see if the captcha is finally working.....

  2. YAY! the captcha worked! for the past two days, the captcha thingy wasn't allowing commenting... so get rid of it *wink*

    Now, whatever I say, is so out of context... sorry!