Walking With Redbeard

The currents of life often drag people in different directions, as is natural, but sometimesbeard those currents converge again for brief and satisfying moments filled with laughter and a touch of nostalgia. Just now, while walking the hound, I met a friend of twenty years ago, who I shall call, simply, Redbeard, so as to protect his identity from any gangsta-like-folk from the hood that might be out to hunt him down and pop-a-cap in his ass for disrespecting their mommas back in the day.

All jokes aside, we had a good chat. Knowing that this man had studied history for years I asked him if he knew anything about local history to which he replied, “Not much. I only know about very specific parts of history and a lot of people expect you to know everything about the history of the world from the dawn of time.” Continue reading “Walking With Redbeard”