I cannot remember how it started.. a strange timepiece that came to me with undeniable purpose and force..
I was in my teen years.. most times.. confusion wrapped in adolescent skin.. years that may run together in memory..
From what I do remember..
I was walking Grayling Dr. on Kearny Mesa. That was Roger’s street.. in a suburb called ‘Cabrillo Heights’.. digging the late ’50’s.
Many folks from ‘The Heights’ nowadays, would not believe how much open land and livestock there was those days..
‘Mission Village’ and a zillion other developments and shopping centers had not been built yet.. Montgomery Jr. Hi.. our school.. was demanding and excellent.. a tough neighborhood where civil rights became the forefront when the sixties rolled up.. Astronautics.. then a division of General Dynamics.. (where my Step-Dad worked).. was new.. cigarettes where .25c out of the machine.. .19c at most counters.. filters were a new fad and rebel icon James Dean was alive and making his last movie.
Roger was my friend.. my best friend.. we went to school together.. ogled and planned dates and spoke of what we hoped for.. together.. turned around to avoid a blinding flash on certain days the 50 megaton H bombs were being tested in Nevada.. or Arizona.. Together we saw the ‘Sputnik’ fly over.. moving impossible distances.. a star under stars..
We shared campfires and family stories.. urban legends.. my travels to strange places.. I clearly sensed these moments physically.. some times fearfully.. he would laugh when I related my experience.. saying ‘Oh No.. please’.. don’t hurt me.. leave me alone.. along with other woosey words and expressions in a girly voice.. talkin’ bout ‘comic relief.. my travels continued.. my friend.. two years my senior.. continued to be my friend.. protecting me as friends will..
HELLO.. A SHORT STORY.. TO BE CONTINUED..