Gregory Maxwell

Time is a constant….the weather has an ovary.
We have had January for 3 months now.
Saturday in the Park….Just you and me, feeling stronger everyday.

We aren’t promised tomorrow. Live for today. Tragedy will eventually find us all. But, I don’t live in fear….
(I promise I used to though) One fear was ……how could I live without Pine Bluff? In 1991, I kinda found out.
My 28 years up until that point was in spent in my home town, which I was proud of. Except those two years I spent at Marshall, TX…….making some great friends, after the passing of my mother. I moved back “home”. When I look back…I see some great memories. Sometimes to grow….? the only option is to go??? This was true for me at that particular time….Why?….well, a new love and a baby on the way, can move more than you can measure.
Aimee and I were in two separate vehicles, as we took all we owned and headed for ??? Where else, but Texas….my Dad welcomed us, while we were trying to get settled. Anyway, the point is that while we gassed up at the Big Red on Hwy. 270 South. … I took a minute or two and I took an inventory of my feelings.
Where were these tears coming from.? I was alone, as she went on ahead. She was driving the U-haul…I was in the yellow-exhaust leaking-wannabe-hot rod following behind. I didn’t have money, but I had a new course in my new life. This both scared, and excited me. Was this goodbye forever?
The tears held reflections of both that day.