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[Byrnesville, Barnesboro, Summer 1959] Here the three of us are, up behind the Byrnes Hotel, up past the old boney pile, half-way up the hill above Byrnesville, in the meadow above the overgrown pine trees. Tall solitary wildflowers and low dark blueberry bushes are scattered around in knee high yellow-gold grass. Beyond the meadow the dark green of the woods crown and hide the broken and smooth boulders, the hilltop bedrock. Wearing favorite, most comfortable clothes; old t-shirts, blue jeans, and sneakers, Pete, Tony, and Eddie Arthur look for snakes. Straight up in the sky is an intense blue. |
| A few bright, white Idaho potato clouds drift above the rolling horizon. The reward for focused listening is a clear far away shout or bark. On the hour, the quarters, and half hours the chiming of the church bells rang through the hills. If it wasn't St. Edward's Catholic Church making the noise every fifteen minutes, it was one of a dozen other churches chiming in. | |
Monday, June 1. 2009
Snakes on the Hill
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