My mother turned 60! Thankfully she doesn't read Indy's blog often enough to kill me for this photograph i took of her on her birthday (we went to the Rose Test Garden in Portland and took the train to the Oregon Zoo! The zoo currently has a cool animatronic dinosaur exhibit... Indy LOVED it (yes, i know, his face is dirty, but oh so cute!) And i always love the way the fish exhibit pictures turn out, the shadow and light giving an interesting silhouette: Portland's rose garden is pretty impressive when in full bloom. I took tons and tons of pictures of the roses, but , as you can guess, my favorite has the smiling boy in it: The views from there are pretty impressive, too (our visit was on a beautifully clear day and we saw mt hood and Mt St Helen's in their glory... for those that don't know, St Helen's is the one with the flat top, as she erupted when i was a kid on May 18, 1980)
My first solid memory of David was a night John and i spent carousing at the T&R. We had actually gone there because i heard an ex of mine was bouncing there, and i was playing stalker. John and i were probably 21 or 22, and we went to the tavern/club there with David and the other cousin, Jeremy. John and i proceeded to drink heavily and ditch David and Jeremy... David never held it against me. Jeremy never talked to me again.
All these years later, David would come by and chat and we would reminisce about this friend or that, sometimes he would talk about the demons in his head, and how he coped. He talked to me about his songs he was writing and the poems he wanted to write. He talked to me about what a great cousin John was to him, and how Kimmie Bishop down the street was like a sister to him. He told me what a "little cocksucker" Jeremy was. (David never cussed, so i sat open-mouth stunned when he said that!) He always called me beautiful, and it always made me blush, even though i KNEW he called all women beautiful. I hope that one day i will hear his song
You see, last time i saw David, he told me he was writing a song for me, and he would come back another day and sing it to me when it was finished. i never saw him again.