Back in the '50s my dad went to school in Birmingham, AL. I have never been a big fan of the state, but the last time I was there, I rolled through on the train on the way to New Orleans, over 5 years ago. When I got there, I gave him a call, and we chatted for a bit, and joked about the place. I distinctly remember pacing the platform while we chatted. Now this time, headed to the same place, there was no conversation to be had. Instead I walked and tried my hardest to not think about him. I snapped this picture and hoped to just move along in my head. I did pretty good until we met a young woman on the train that played a whole game with her dad when she rolled into Birmingham. I felt huge pangs of jealousy, and sadness, because it was the same sort of game and exchange me and my dad would have had, if only.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Birmingham
Back in the '50s my dad went to school in Birmingham, AL. I have never been a big fan of the state, but the last time I was there, I rolled through on the train on the way to New Orleans, over 5 years ago. When I got there, I gave him a call, and we chatted for a bit, and joked about the place. I distinctly remember pacing the platform while we chatted. Now this time, headed to the same place, there was no conversation to be had. Instead I walked and tried my hardest to not think about him. I snapped this picture and hoped to just move along in my head. I did pretty good until we met a young woman on the train that played a whole game with her dad when she rolled into Birmingham. I felt huge pangs of jealousy, and sadness, because it was the same sort of game and exchange me and my dad would have had, if only.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment