Saturday, February 08, 2014
If You Make Things, You Are My Brother: Dallas Bump
95-year-old Dallas Bump is my kind of guy.
I'm not like him; that's different. He's obviously laconic and steady and I'm a gibbering idiot and mercurial. I mean I have an affection for him and his like. It's not the over the top cinemablogtography that won me over, either; I'm immune to that now. I've met many men like Dallas in my life, and I always found their steadiness bracing. I swear people that reliable used to make up the majority of the country. I don't know where they all went.
The hole in your heart left by a beloved and departed spouse or child can never be filled, can it? You just walk around the hole on the way to work forevermore.