Sunday, December 30, 2012
Sunny Cold And Loud
Last night I went to bed at a decent hour. My eyes closed reading AMERICAN TABLOID by James Ellroy. He really hated the Kennedys and I dreamed about my meeting RFK at the Lower Mills trolley stop in 1966. JFK's younger brother shook my hand with the a reincarnated firmness.
I attempted to warn him about the gunman in the LA hotel, but a pounding noise disrupted my Sunday morning slumber.
The thumping came from the construction of a condo a good ten blocks from the Fort Greene Observatory. I checked my telephone for the time.
7:01.
The contractors had their workers at it early probably to catch up on a yesterday lost to snow and rain. I looked out the window. This morning's sky was blue with wispy clouds. I hadn't turned on the heat. My bedroom was cool, although I couldn't see my breath.
The work crews on the condo wouldn't be so lucky and I hoped that they were getting double overtime and buried myself in my pillows, hoping to regain contact with RFK.
He was still back there in my dreams.
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