tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post989615757312813524..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Promises / "But how far do I have to go?" / Valley of FiresUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14078613225660455752017-08-13T20:26:54.968-07:002017-08-13T20:26:54.968-07:00Thanks, Terry. Distances seem strangely relative a...Thanks, Terry. Distances seem strangely relative any more, the near so far away and vicey versey, as they used to say. What once looked so large to the child gradually shrank and faded... then by the kangaroo-boomerang effect, little known till just last week, everything got larger and larger, again. If you know what I mean.<br /><br />I grew up across the street from those tennis courts at the top, which back then must have been so small I never noticed they were there, unless I was, or did, and they were. <br /><br />That was back in the day, when we hid under our school desks every morning (practice drill), tacked blankets up over the basement windows to reduce the anticipated blast effect (good luck with that, but I suppose it was the effort that counted), and, twisting in our bunk beds so as to covertly train the flashlight under the covers, constantly studied the street map to figure out how far we were from epicenter, as marked by those wailing sirens on Madison Street, in the night. (Never far enough, of course.)<br /><br />Whereas now, hard by Radio beach, the sirens in the night never cease to wail, and the projected epicenter is everywhere, all the time.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12681847873028003052017-08-12T20:40:14.632-07:002017-08-12T20:40:14.632-07:00Amazing! Thank you for this.Amazing! Thank you for this.Terry Simonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00611795590189464644noreply@blogger.com