When I was a Kid

When I was a kid we left the dirty streets of Brooklyn, New York for the quieter suburban streets of Connecticut. We moved into a large house in Norwalk, Connecticut. Norwalk is the sort of town that dreams of being a big city but will always be just another small port on the Connecticut coastline. Like out of some horror story, the south side of town offers plenty of frightening images: ghettos, drug dealers, prostitutes, …

…I wanted to be. When I finally became old enough to move away, I spent some of my moving day at that fishing spot. As the sun beamed brightly across the sky, the birds sang and chirped. In some indirect manner, I knew everything was different now, a new cycle of life beginning. And, as I sat fishing, thoughts of a better life danced in my mind. I sat, rarely catching fish, but surely fishing.