I will be honest. This essay is one of my favorites. Why? I wrote it in my home town of Richmond, Virginia. I was surrounded by my adult kids at a hip B&B in Carytown. I was reading about monsters of the night, how we almost became extinct as humans and how my wife remained fearful of dragons in the southern night. It all came together like a flowing stream in the South of my youth. It was a magical weekend and I felt the human condition all around me. The piece de resistance was the concluding video by Tina Turner, I Don't Wanna Fight No More, a splendid metaphor for my childhood racial home.
I never grow tired of rereading this essay. As Tina Turner sings, "this is time for letting go."
This was a great addition to all the stuff you have written this past week or so...
Thanks for linking it is your comment...
I will be honest. This essay is one of my favorites. Why? I wrote it in my home town of Richmond, Virginia. I was surrounded by my adult kids at a hip B&B in Carytown. I was reading about monsters of the night, how we almost became extinct as humans and how my wife remained fearful of dragons in the southern night. It all came together like a flowing stream in the South of my youth. It was a magical weekend and I felt the human condition all around me. The piece de resistance was the concluding video by Tina Turner, I Don't Wanna Fight No More, a splendid metaphor for my childhood racial home.
I never grow tired of rereading this essay. As Tina Turner sings, "this is time for letting go."