This Girl’s Life
(An Excerpt) By Kerrie Houston
“…Only the wind pauses to cry and then goes its transient way, as restless as the souls of the dead. We long to chance a vision of the earth, to note its swoop and grandeur, to ponder the nuances of its prayers, to rhapsodize its sorrows in terms as limitless as the skies. But we must shield our eulogies with the absurd and hide our admiration in the mind’s shyest chamber. We are afraid to show our hearts and pour out our song of love, and thanks, and tenderness….”
Darrell Bob Houston, King of the Midnight Blue
Back in 1969, when Wallingford was a sleepy neighborhood and 45th a virtual side street, our family was headed west on 45th, bound for Dick’s Hamburgers.