Tom ca. 1990
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
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Tom when Dino and I cleand his place in Manhattan. I had not seen Tom for a long time. I parked the car lucky to get a spot on the park and walked with my bucket and cleaning stuff like a merry maidman. I got to where the number was and I saw through the areaway into the place and saw the white hair and his hand in his hiar and picking at his head. I saw that hand and that motion so many times before then it all leaped into me it was Tom looking like a professor with old white hair. When we were there from peripheral vison I made the man made him to be Tom and little things it is always the little things that bring bakk the person and the past. It is it does it was. Reincarniconstituted like weird Kool Aid. As if he knew more than I ever knew he was giving away this or that and throwing away this other or that other in an attepmt to pare down for more vison than life. When we were done we walked up the street to get a pizza and Tom was a bit wobbley and smoking and we talked and we walked and the distance shrank and we were three cool cats from long ago all a glow in the mist in the fog we went.
Kevin
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