When we first moved to Stewarts Crossing the neighborhood was under constant development. The house across the street was under construction and the trash kept blowing into our yard, and down the hill not a single house had been built as all we saw was the green segments and the post office boxes. Over a short time our part of the neighborhood got mostly finished, but delays due to permitting meant it was a while before down the hill got under active development. For the first year in the house we would often walk down there if only to experience the peace and quiet the empty lots provided, and once I found the secret sidewalk I would march Luna down there on a regular basis just to have a longer path to go on.
On one of those occasions during the late Spring of 2018 I had my head in the clouds thinking about what I had learned earlier that day about Gorgeous George a 1940s wrestler who not only defined wrestling culture but also defined much of 20th century culture. I thought about what he must have been like to people in the day, thought about how the combination of him plus TV foreshadowed so much of what was to come in entertainment for the next few decades.
On this day the weather was nice and Luna was pumped, so we went all the way down to the secret sidewalk and walked the whole thing. Down around the sidewalk the lots awaiting houses became dominated by these giant sunflowers that were thriving near the creek. My mind soaked up the pretty sunflowers and subconsciously compared their opulence with George's pretty boy act. The whole experience felt both surreal but also was an archetype of our walks in that point in life.
Today that part of the neighborhood is done, and now every lot has a house on it and you can't see the fields or any sunflowers. To walk down to the secret sidewalk means for sure seeing other people and the peace and quiet is forever lost to the development. But still that day walking Luna sticks with me, and I remember the sunflowers and I remember my useless thoughts of George as we spent our pre-baby time enjoying a quiet period that wouldn't return in my life for some time.
On one of those occasions during the late Spring of 2018 I had my head in the clouds thinking about what I had learned earlier that day about Gorgeous George a 1940s wrestler who not only defined wrestling culture but also defined much of 20th century culture. I thought about what he must have been like to people in the day, thought about how the combination of him plus TV foreshadowed so much of what was to come in entertainment for the next few decades.
On this day the weather was nice and Luna was pumped, so we went all the way down to the secret sidewalk and walked the whole thing. Down around the sidewalk the lots awaiting houses became dominated by these giant sunflowers that were thriving near the creek. My mind soaked up the pretty sunflowers and subconsciously compared their opulence with George's pretty boy act. The whole experience felt both surreal but also was an archetype of our walks in that point in life.
Today that part of the neighborhood is done, and now every lot has a house on it and you can't see the fields or any sunflowers. To walk down to the secret sidewalk means for sure seeing other people and the peace and quiet is forever lost to the development. But still that day walking Luna sticks with me, and I remember the sunflowers and I remember my useless thoughts of George as we spent our pre-baby time enjoying a quiet period that wouldn't return in my life for some time.
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