When
I was younger, about thirteen, it was a
glorious
thing to be sitting high in a neighbor-
hood
tree smoking cigarettes with my friend,
Ronnie.
It was cool being a Cardinal fan back
then
cheering on Stan the Man when he hit a
home
run in the ninth inning to win the game.
I
could imagine being Huckleberry Finn floating
down
the Mississippi with old black Jim. Not a
care
in the world. Forget about crappy school.
The
hell with mom and dad’s fighting all the
time.
I was where I wanted to be in a place of
my
own pretending for a time that nothing in
the
world could bother me. A tall tree, a fresh
pack
of Lucky Strikes, and a good friend out
on
a limb, safe and secure above it all was
okay
by me. Looks like the Cardinals may win
the
pennant this year. I’m going to catch the
Manchester
56 down to Busch Stadium this
Sunday,
Ronnie. You want to come along? A
transfer
to the Grand Bus is only a nickle more.
Hell,
cash in a few soda bottles and we’ll have it
made. There’s usually a bunch of them along the
railroad tracks. Let’s go find some. Huckleberry
Finn and Jim, they got nothin’ on you and me.
Chris
Hanch 6-15-19
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