I witnessed from the side of the room - in front of a door, I imagine - King of Hill's Dale leading a classroom of youngsters. They couldn't have been older than thirteen. Dale focused on one boy in particular and that boy turned out to be his son. Making an example of his pride and joy, he berated him with questions about Columbus's landing in the "New World" and I got to thinking about the word "discover" and "descubrir." The bell rang - or maybe it was something else that marked the end of the class - and time slowed as my vision zoomed to focus on the boy's face. It was, I think, Joel Booth's little brother. His hair was wind-blown and reminded me of a lion's mane. He was rather regal.
I got a telephone call. It was someone doing an impersonation of Joe Hill: "Meehhhhhh!"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment