Sam sits on the stoop, cup of coffee warming her hands, aroma stirring her senses, thoughts bombarding her brain.
Another Sept. 9 in my beloved city. Happy Birthday to Me!
Made it again.
Would you look at those people scurrying here and there! The coming of Autumn may be robbing us of our daylight, but she will not take our day from us, will she?
Yeah, you! What are you looking at? Never seen a well-lived chick in a vintage CBGBs shirt hanging out on her steps, have you? Yeah, they’re mine, and they’re fabulous!
Let the Great Love upstairs be looking out the window catch you and … Nah. Calm one, up there. How’d that happen? How’d that stick? Oh, yeah. My blog. Ha.
What am I gonna write about today? What pissed me off the most yesterday? Yeah. Gotta fix that shit, Madam President.
The Big Dude’s coming over for dinner with the grands. Do we have enough food? He and the spouse seem to be doing OK this week. Damn, it’s tough on the young ones. Just like when I … I’m so glad I didn’t listen to the system and kept at that kid and his spectrum and high intelligence and let him find his way.
OK, cup’s empty. Gotta go up and put on some tunes. Lou. Patti. Still best. Sure. Happy Birthday to Me.
It’s Samara’s birthday. Rara and Lizzi and friends have put together a package for our BloggyVille friend. Loads of folks are expected to participate, building a mixtape of sorts.
I went with jazz. It’s a video I shot myself, a year ago, at a show by the Heath Brothers at Onondaga Community College. I consider it the best music video work I’ve accomplished. And, everybody there was celebrating Jimmy Heath’s birthday, too. He had just turned 88.
For the little story above, I was struck by an exchange of comments on Samara’s blog recently in which she mentioned my way with words and her inkling that I am a writer of fiction. Well inspired, by your compliment and your life, this little short story is for you, Samara. I can see this hopping the aisle onto the non-fiction rack down the line. Happy Birthday, my friend.
Here’s the link to Samara’s mixtape.
Here’s the link to the stoop photo above.