The currents of life often drag people in different directions, as is natural, but sometimes 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”