An old friend. Broke her in two at Wadsworth Skate Park in Flagler Beach. Feel a little silly getting attatched to inanimate objects but I went everywhere on this board. It became part of my body. I rode this stick for the 6 years I lived in Gainesville had no car for a year, and rode this beast everywhere, to work, to school. It was hard to pick up a girlfriend and take her on a date though. Sweet Eri, from Okinawa, I went to visit her at her dorm,
"You sure you 30 years old guy, with only three dollar and skateboard?"
In the year I dated her, that was the closest she ever got to being judgemental. I'll never forget the wonderful kindness of the Japanese angel that entered my life like a dream and then departed to her home on the other side of our sphere Naha City, on a day we knew would come. I left OIA in tears. How many people a day have a heartache drive home in a silent car on the road out from a major airport?
But I digress. I need to write a full blog, or essay somewhere on Eri and what she taught me. I'll never forget her. Isidore's "Musidora" and the line "...my little special..." became my song to her. She would sign her e-mails, "your little special."
Well I guess I wanted to write a blog about an animate object after all.
I drifted from my subject.
But that might be something I was wanting to understand:
Why Humans can get attatched to things.
Symbolic souvenirs of a time gone.
Antique Roadshow of the heart.
That show bugs me.
You can see the owners nodding but thinking, "yes, yesss, enough with all this dang history, culture, and background stuff...HOW MUCH IS THE FUKIN THING WORTH!"
My big blue broken board is worthless, but priceless to me.
R.I.P.
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