|MTF incognito...preserving her identity|
smelled just the same as it did when we were in Junior High, trying to look old enough to buy cigarettes. We knew that they'd moved the counter to another corner
Walking in felt just a little bit off. The new owners were as interested in our old stories as we were in their new one. It was disappointing to find no Pixie Stix filled with Lik'm Aid powder nor candy necklaces we could eat off our necks, but we got over it quickly. We drove past MTF's parents' house, and her aunt's house, and her grandmother's house and her elementary school
Our high school has been expanded and there's a fancy digital sign out in front but the inside was dingy and dusty and dark. None of us know the demographics of the neighborhood these days, but I can't imagine that G'ma, in her various PTA presidencies, would have allowed me to go to a school in such a state of disrepair. Actually, as I type that I realize that it's not so much broken as untended. How can you learn if the environment displays such a lack of interest by the people in charge? One wonders.
Today was the last day of Summer School, and the pale and pimply kid walking out the main doors behind us was on the phone, proudly announcing to someone on the other end of his cell phone that he had just graduated from high school. We applauded and smiled and he seemed to grow an inch or two as he returned our congratulations with a smile. Eavesdropping on good news seems to be acceptable to the cell phone generation, I guess.
G'ma and Daddooooo's old house has been resided and the windows have been replaced and there's a fence where, formerly, the carport made a friendly connection to the neighbor's driveway.
There's a single woman living there now and perhaps she feels the need to be protected from interlopers. Perhaps she got a deal on white plastic fencing. The changes made me sad. What was ours is now hers and she altered the space without consulting us. I know that it's her house now, but the reality still pricks at my heart.
Nathan's was our lunch spot, and two hot dogs, french fries and a Coke later
Make new friends
But keep the old.
One is silver
The other gold.
I love you, my Golden Girls.