O K growing old is not so bad as long as I remember the people who grew old in my life and how they effected me as a child .Take Mr. Rossi who played the flute from his back porch in a garage second floor shanty .Shanties were old building that people lived in after the Chicago fire .Most of them were torn down in the 50tys .or replaced with insulated cottages. Many a summers night we wold gather on the grass in some ones empty yard and listen . He wold stop on the street and tell us strange stories about Kings and Queens from Europe as he wold sit on a fire hydrant . He wold promise us a penny if we could say Prestidigitation which we all did and learned it was the acts of a magician meaning the hand was quicker than the eye ..When we moved to the suburbs I wold ask my oldest friend how he was .The answer being he was getting very old a began wearing his winter coat in the summer .inevitably I heard he had died But to this day everytime I see a fire hydrant I think of him and how he too taught us to love music and to listen to a wild story .
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 16:33:58 +0000
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