Tarmac Meditations #140: Early Mornin’ Driftin’

Early morning in Denton, Texas, outside Big Mikes. One time the waitress brought me coffee and a muffin and inquired after my well being; as she walked away, the shadows of her long hair played on the wall behind her and for a moment I felt like I might live forever. Denton, Texas, my home town, the place where I was born for the second time, the place where people know my story and are as if my kinfolk.

Sometimes I think about my childhood friends and the faces of the Denton crew come to mind. Weird how often it feels like that to me. Thinking about my old friend Howard this mornin’ and his peaceful passing in 2011.

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