Pennsyvania Train
All those hours of work in the last two weeks has caught up with me. Now I'm sick or have allergies, and back to work tomorrow. Haven't felt like working on any thing. Here's a little something I wrote back in November 2005. I think I was visiting my Dad when my stepmother, Geri, was very ill (see the story below, "My Father"). Train Through Pennsylvania Bare trees, back yards grown over with rusted cars and washing machines. the Three Mile Island cooling towers, gray silos against the cloudy sky. small towns, dilapidated houses along the tracks. glassless windows, peeling paint, collapsed porches. aluminum trailer parks. gray gravel, orange mud, pumpkins rotting in a field of brown stalks. Amish farmland succumbing to homogeneous subdivisions.