Fargo's Mid-Day Sun

(North Dakota-1983)

mid-day-Sunday beat down on Shawn and I, looking over the empty fields of Fargo, in summer 1983. He was eleven years old, you think he was fourteen, he was tall and thin, and had a bubbly personality. Those who met him loved him when he is ready, his personality.

The empty field, seemed to have-the struggle of growing things, it was all weedy (sometimes the character of my life). We were riding bicycles after this long empty road, the dizzying heat seemed to be bouncing off our bikes on us. Shawn was wearing thin. I was from the army in two and a half years now, and go with a girl named Sharon, she had lived in West Fargo, and had relatives who visited us, she was ten years younger than I am.

We have our bikes, and headed back to Sharon's relatives at home, and Shawn played some basketball in the entrance, a basketball hoop was attached to the garage, he played with me, weaker and smaller my energy went, in comparison on his, as he twisted and squirmed with that around basketball, as though he were a professional. Then we ate our lunch.

Shawn seemed signed and sealed in a swirling mist and cloud, a storm of joy, he was always thrilled to be with me, then. Somehow, somewhere, he always seemed to hang if they do not climb, struts, and the search for immortality, where there is no hope.

My long series of indent for it seemed I was always thinking, twisted toward the sky, it was a thrill to be with Shawn, but it seemed I was always trying my life back together in those days (only if we could begin in the middle of our lives, and forget the long and lasting way to the summit), it's funny, when I say that "... together again," because it was my earth, my time, but I needed a Shock in the head to me from a long view.

Sure, I worked at a bank that not much money, and needed to go back to school, needed to stop drinking. And I was looking, one could say for this track, the guys were better with their mother, because I was divorced at the time to drink and not favor one Winsome lifestyle I had taken them, and they wanted me to (it would, in 1984, when I stop drinking completely, the guys, my twins would be twelve).

this year, 1984, I bought duplex, and was going to my two boys in it, and I think she screamed for joy, although it will be embarrassing, the house burned, people in the lower house, the place I wanted to live in the boys were the culprits, because they question at hand. Funny, I thought at the time, here I stop drinking and the husband of the lower house, was drunk, and fell to sleep, and with the House, eleven people in the house, and nobody was hurt.

It was unfortunate for both me and the children - a house without a roof, shattered dreams. I knew how they thought-activated for four years on a farm support I knew how he felt: deserted, abandoned, and yet she felt similar emotions.

At this point in my life, there was no way to relaunch that the boat is to say, I could not rebuild or replace the house, it was 90% destroyed. Oh, I do not know, maybe I could have, but it does not seem so at the time. So I grimly told the children what happened, and the glittering candle, which once was in their eyes, was that now a sputtering candle indeed.

In conclusion to this chapter, Fargo was the heat back in the summer of 1983, and Shawn was in a very joyful mood, good mood on that short trip from Minnesota to North Dakota. And the long bicycle tour that long empty road, as with his empty fields, but was a moment in life, a time before he could protest life. And by the time he had heavily spiced with life, rising to full manhood, balancing his life or try to, as I had to do to me, he would learn, as I did, life was some salt, other parts black Paper, a spicy-stream indeed is life, and I most enjoyed every minute and grabbed the most possibilities, as I do with that long bicycle tour in the countryside, and I am very grateful for doing.

11-3-2008

 

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