Summer

I started writing this on June 9, 2009...finished it today 3/25/10.

Aaron and Patrick were summer boys. Aaron with a sun dried, peeling nose. Patrick with tiny sweat beads on his nose. Swimming, running, biking. Aaron was up, ate, and out the door. Patrick, I believe took a little longer to get going. Well, I don't know for sure. I wasn't home. My memories are illusions.

I talked to Patrick today. He's the same boy he was 10 years ago, just taller and without a baseball glove and bat. A wrench and a car took their place in PT's life. Friendly as ever.

Aaron is  in my dreams most nights. He's just as easy to dazzle with a story and usually off doing something of no significance. Reminds me of the message I sent to him one day--Play the guitar. The world has enough business people.

Patrick is becoming his true self. He's worn the clothes of pride but now dresses in humility. 
"I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes." -- Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Patrick works for US Cellular. His job required a new wearer of clothes. He wears humble clothes still.