Frequently Applied Quandaries
An incidental biography that prompt my own Frequently Asked Questions,
or more accurately, the frequently applied quandaries, which are a subtext of my life
–and more true than my official biography.
Dilemma: I was five when I ventured to the top of the windmill, then negotiated with my mother to come down with impunity. But it was getting dark…
My Spitfire bike
Dilemma: My first bike was my Spitfire. There were squadrons approaching over the YMCA hockey field next door. But the dog fight…was with the dog next door biting my wheels.
A boy with a BB gun and the the bird that changed his life.
the haunted horses
A sleep over at a friend’s place, and why I ran home in the middle of night.
the goat in the tree/the grave by the river
A goat died with it’s leg caught in V of a tree and below by the river the grave of the girl who died of melingitis.
Watermelons piled as high as a truck–dumped and rotting at the market.
the river that flowed uphill
Early cross-country running and an altered state of perception.
First love…or was just an obsession?
A trip into the dark side of ritualistic “healing”.
Raking leaves in the fall. A bob was a shilling–one twentieth of a British pound. And the leaves kept falling.
A friend with a banjo and a pair of sticks.
MacArthur Park on the back of a truck
Hitched a ride and heard it for the first time.