The Luther Lockwood Memorial Library

the luther lockwood memorial library:

under direct influence of the working class, joe pug and troy new york.

living in the shadow of something there is lenno's luther. tall, gaunt with a keen eye for the space he needs and where the ball can be played. curly, matted hair with a little sweat around the edges and a knee brace that feels a little like cheating. what you get, what you've got is the steady hand of decision making in the middle of the field and the distribution to the fleet footed and hard workers.

the crazies.

they're here, they're queer and we're getting used to it.

an every day occurrence and the ongoing assessment won't stop, no you don't stop. the coffee is cold and there are enough sticks in the yard to turn your stomach and to get you stuck up a tree.

she said it was a trudge, that with her there were fits and starts but with me it seemed like an everyday battle through the trench where there was no such thing as lifting your knees above the flatline-putting some distance between yourself and the past.

knees up mother broon....

when you figure it as choice over chance, the pressure increases. if you are in control then you are responsible. there is no more blame to place or credit to defer. there is only you and the more more you seek-the more you're sought.

travel is as tiring as you might think if you've ever rushed right along to the waiting. that's the part that you can't escape. nobody's timing is perfect and a phone call, a train whistle on a morning filled with characters and ankle pain.

it's starting to get away from us you know.

yes, i do.

the checklist, the letter writing, the griefandtheloss, the blackandthebroon.

there's also skittering along the rails and hoping i can talk gee into taking me to get something to eat.

and,"it is important throughout your life to proclaim your joy…"