Monthly Archives: November 2011

First Memory

Posted on November 16, 2011 by Eric

My very first memory is of the Pacific Ocean. I can still remember the clumps of long green grass lining the twisting sandy path to the beach. It’s that path that I actually remember. It was from there that you could first see the ocean and its wide expanse.

I remember seeing it walking down the path. I remember seeing it returning up that same path as the day was ending. The ocean was a deep purple. The sky was pink.

It has been nearly twenty-five years since I last beheld the Pacific with my own eyes. Someday I will again.

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Ghosts from 1964

Posted on November 14, 2011 by Eric

“It’s cursed,” we were warned. Tragic death tends to curse a place, I guess.

Half a century ago the path among the trees was lined with lights and attractions. Now it was like a shrine to simpler times, a grove dedicated to a distant past, a graveyard of happiness.

The skeletal remains of The Red Cyclone still remained, though most of it was rusted and rotten. We walked along the tracks as far as we could go. In the crisp morning air, among the mists clinging to the damp ground, ghosts from 1964 still were weeping for lives cut disastrously short.

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