The train once again makes that familiar sound as it passes by at a distance from my window. I am here in my house yet sense the warmth of the straw on the train floor. Someone inside the train can sense someone out there listening to them moving on.
The sound is a pleasant one and maybe right then, both begin to appreciate each other.
From the days of yore when basketball shoes were called tennis shoes(or 'tennashoes'), and it was common seeing boys wearing 'chuck taylors' to the point of no return. By that I mean some of the eyelets were missing and the rubber grains wereworn smooth. You knew mom was getting her monies worth on those babies. Of course the 'chucks' went through some changes but not many.
From 1935 until now, 'chucks' have changed very little to unnoticeable. The first pair that I bought was in 1973 as a graduation present to myself(black lowcuts). About six or seven pairs have served me well since then. Even a new pair today at $35 seems like a deal to me.
With all of the things going on in the world today and the events of 9/11/01, I feel good knowing some of the simpler things in life. I am comfortable in wearing these 'chucks' also as my shoe flag. Below is a small link to a little history and tons of memories for many.
The Edmund Fitzgerald
November 10, 1975
Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Midi
Well, all that started to change when the townsfolk took interest in the woods close by. Word of caution here: Never follow a stranger into the woods after he loses his tipi to the mayor.