In
my old age, I get emotionally
sentimental
at times. I am 73
thinking
back to when I was 15.
Today,
I play Tara’s Theme from the
movie
Gone With The Wind on my
Amazon
Echo. Tears come to my eyes
as
I remember 1961.
My
dad and I are crammed into our
small
mid-town apartment in Kansas
City
just months after his divorce
from
my mom.
Both
of us are deeply depressed.
Dad
doesn’t know how to make the
pain
go away. Later that evening he
can
head to the bar and numb himself
with
a few stiff drinks.
He
will find temporary relief. Being
underage
for such a remedy, I will be
confined
to that lonely place left to
my
own useless devices, now alone
more
than ever.
Can
you bring me a Hereford Burger
with
onions and some fries, I ask Dad
before
he leaves? He agrees. I turn on
TV
and watch Clark Gable tell Vivien
Leigh,
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give
a
damn!”
I
too find myself Gone with the Wind,
waiting
for my hamburger and Dad’s
return.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 6-10-2020
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