black ice
black ice —
Thanksgiving
without grandpa’s laugh
black ice —
Thanksgiving
without grandpa’s laugh
posted by extraspecialbitter at 5:53 PM
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5 Comments:
i have always had a tremendous fear of black ice. i heard my father fall on our iced-up nighttime driveway when i was a wee child. he broke his wrist. there seems to be no other explanation for my ongoing fear.
i'm guessing you've heard of "honkus"?
www.honku.org
originiated near my hood in brooklyn. relatively brilliant.
and p.s. i love your stars.
mcbickle - thanks to a bad back, black ice is a particular terror of mine. always makes me wonder why I live in a place that features winter weather for six months every year.
apropos of nothing, it turns out that I own a copy of the book honku, some of which are very clever. another revelation: my first home was on the corner of Bushwich and Devoe in Williamsburgh. it's a small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it...
i can imagine if you were still back in bburg, you could just spray it. and everyone would call it "art."
and the last time i was in boston, it was torrential downpours. got stuck under a lovely bridge over the river though, where they have those swan boats. The high school boys who worked there swung from the overhang's rafters like monkeys. so not too shabby a trip overall.
I left Williamsburgh in 1960, and only came back to visit my grandparents, who lived there until they died.
Boston can be charming in that it features swan boats, oyster bars and picturesque bridges. On the other hand, one of its signature landmarks is a Citgo sign.
Great metaphor. A rather intelligent use of what is something that we usually just drive over without notice.
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