the time conundrum: it's the original dimension, but, it's not 'old'. Things are much younger than time, still the earth has never been older, it's the same for us. The only things that aren't at ther oldest -haven't been created yet.
the long silences need to be loved, perhaps
more than the words
which arrive
to describe them
in time.
-F. Wright
silent corollary: i always leave home expecting weirdness... never disappointed.
frm. p malinoski: 12/16/05
Been in a flury of outdoor holiday festivals in DC.
And it has been cold as hell located in the shadows of
tall buildings in the windy concrete canyons of the
city. Unusually cold weather for us right now and of
course I have neither the proper clothing nor the
tough hide for this kind of treatment. Haven't been
this cold since the frozen mud bowl in late October
against the Panama Panthers when I was a senior. I
vividly remember d.tackle Joe Crandal (he was a guard
on offense) sliding on his belly like a slip-n-slide
down the line to make a tackle. This was on pure mud,
not wet grass or snow. I was so cold I just shivered
and my arm froze into a half cocked position that was
good for nudging during a block, there was no serious
contact if I could help it. At times a manager would
come out and sponge off our numbers, but you only knew
what team you were on by which side of the ball you
lined up on. Somehow Moore broke free on a long
twisting run for a score but we loss none the less.
Our only loss for the year. A couple of shoes were
lost in the mud. We were allowed to go into the shower
in full uniform to knock back the dirt. It was a hell
of a mess. The next week in practice Doc treated us
like dirt, like the early days of summer practice. We
did the 3 man roll in snowy grass. We carried our
partners up a 20 yard 60 degree hill in our arms, then
we wheelborrowed him up the hill, then we carried him
on our backs up the hill, then we leap frogged up the
hill, then we hit the tackling dummy up the hill, then
we drove the sled up the hill, then we ran plays up
the hill. Nobody ever got a knee ingury. We never lost
another game and won the league.
------
1976?
good stuff ...nothing like squeezing into a pair of rydell low cuts that
have been stiffened into elf shoes with feet clad in a coupla pairs of
athletic socks. and when your nose facility finally returns in a
steam-heated locker room, that mud smell can make even sweat seem sweet.
i remember that fall as one of the coldest, i was working up in the air just
bolting steel building frames together with a collection of central kentucky
jail-bait. neither gloves, boots, nor any combination of work gear could keep
you from numbness. sitting on beams trying to keep a grip on a socket wrench. nothing got colder than dangling feet; even when your long-john ass was in contact with the kiss of 20 degree steel.
1976?
good stuff ...nothing like squeezing into a pair of rydell low cuts that
have been stiffened into elf shoes with feet clad in a coupla pairs of
athletic socks. and when your nose facility finally returns in a
steam-heated locker room, that mud smell can make even sweat seem sweet.
i remember that fall as one of the coldest, i was working up in the air just
bolting steel building frames together with a collection of central kentucky
jail-bait. neither gloves, boots, nor any combination of work gear could keep
you from numbness. sitting on beams trying to keep a grip on a socket wrench. nothing got colder than dangling feet; even when your long-john ass was in contact with the kiss of 20 degree steel.
we probably can't imagine what we're in for next, sigh.
j
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