EAGLE PASS AND HESS, LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY
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En la foto de arriba donde dábamos vuelta a la
izquierda en la calle Hess Lane, había una clase
de zanja y una alcantarilla de cemento. Era de
unos seis o siete pies de profundidad. Se podía
sentar en el cemento de la parte de arriba y
muchos jóvenes lo hacían a menudo.
Un
día, mientras yo estaba sentado allí mirando las
piedras en el fondo de la alcantarilla de abajo,
de súbito perdí el equilibrio y me empecé a caer.
Yo podría ver las piedras duras y puntiagudas
donde iba a aterrizar de bruces. No podía hacer
nada contra esto; el desastre era inminente.
De repente sentí que
alguien me había cogido el cogote y luego me
incorporó en el cemento exactamente donde estaba
antes. Era un Patrol Boy que estaba sentado a mi
lado. Él se había dado cuenta de lo que me estaba
pasando y sin titubear estiró la mano para agarrar
y salvarme.
Sesenta y dos años han pasado y no queda mucho de
la zanja ni de la alcantarilla en la esquina de
Eagle Pass y Hess. Lo que veo con Google Earth me
parece mucho más pequeño de lo que me acuerdo
aunque, por supuesto, yo era mucho más pequeño
también en aquel entonces. Se ve todavía un
poquito de cemento, pero la zanja ha sido cubierta
de tierra y hay una tapa de alcantarilla encima.
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Yo siempre he
sido coleccionista de fósiles y cuando tenía cinco o
seis años yo estaba en la zanja en la esquina con
dos piedras llenas de crinoideos cuando un muchacho
me las quitó y me dijo:
—¡Vas a usarlas para luchar
contra alguien!
Podía ver que era alguna clase de
demente que nunca había conocido antes. Más tarde me
enteré de que tales dementes se llamaban matones.
Desde entonces siempre me han fascinado estos
chiflados asquerosos.
Yo salí de la zanja
sonriendo un poquito porque yo había ocultado
fósiles debajo del asiento de mi bicicleta y el
matón no lo sabía.
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In the photo above,
where we turned left on Hess Lane on the way to
school, there was a kind of ditch and cement storm
sewer. It was about six or seven feet deep. You
could sit on the cement at the top and many young
people often did so.
One day, while I was sitting
there looking at the stones at the bottom of the
ditch below, I suddenly lost my balance and began to
fall. I could see the hard, pointed stones where I
was going to land face first. There was nothing I
could do about it; disaster loomed.
Suddenly I felt someone grab me by the scruff of my
neck and then set me back upright onto the cement
exactly where I was before. It was the Patrol Boy
who was sitting next to me. He had realized what was
happening to me and without hesitation reached out
to grab and save me.
Sixty-two years have gone
by and there is not much left of the ditch and storm
sewer at the corner of Eagle Pass and Hess. The
picture I see on Google Earth seems an awful lot
smaller than what I remember, but of course I was an
awful lot smaller back then too.
You still see a little bit of cement,
but the ditch has been covered with dirt and there
is a manhole cover on top.
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I've always been a
fossil collector and when I was five or six years
old, I was in the ditch on the corner with two
stones full of crinoids when a boy took them from me
and said, "You're going to use them to fight
someone!"
I could see
that he was some kind of a loon that I had
never met before. I later learned that such
disturbed people were called bullies. Since then I
have always been fascinated by these odious
lunatics.
I left the
ditch smiling a little because I had hidden fossils
under the seat of my bicycle that the bully didn't
know about.
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LAKE ITASCA MINNESOTA
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x. Itasca culvert Sonny Steve Bass at Douglas Lodge Dock
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zm. Sonny in a rowboat on Lake Itasca July 2000 and
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FROM
THE SANDS OF PIMA ARROYO
SECOND RETURN 2000 PISS POT VISTA—THE
CULVERT—SONNY CATCHES CRAPPIES AND A ROCK BASS—THE
TEN-FOOT LOG— CIVIL RIGHTS WORKERS
There were other sights on my list that
I wanted to see. One was Peace Pipe Vista, a
gorgeous overlook of Lake Itasca surrounded by tall
white pines. I made the mistake of calling it "Piss
Pot Vista," a term that Sonny would repeat every two
minutes for the remainder of the trip. We also had
to visit the culvert,
a pipe through which the entire Mississippi flowed
into a beautiful, fishy pool at the end of which the
river continued lazily onward until it turned out of
sight to continue through places unknown and
mysterious to me. We went down to the pool and Sonny
hooked and landed two black crappies and a strapping
red-eyed rock bass. I caught a pike. I always felt
that this was the perfect fishing pool as it was
possible to catch anything —anything at all—in it.
Upstream are the headwaters of the Mississippi.
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