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08-19-03, 11:06 PM
My Old Park

The traffic roars down the boulevard as my emotion rages within me.
Where did my life take such a turn? The blur of cars rush to their
unknown destinations as I make my way to Joseph Gomes Park. The
smog-filled horizon catches my attention; I look past the A & W
restaurant. The relentless line of cars scream past me while walk on
with my hands in my jacket pockets.

Building after building juts out from the urban landscape as I seek my
haven. I walk the cement ribbon that lines the asphault, wanting to be
free--free from the urban sprawl that plagues me. Memories flood my
head of past visits to the park.

My dad used to take me there. The lawns stretch as far as I could see.
After dad came home from work we'd play catch. There was that one
sunday when my whole family went for the barbeque, the family reunion.
It was never the same after dad died, right there in the Park.

I was thirteen. I just started eighth grade and just me and dad went
to the park. I brought our mitts to play catch. Right after dad threw
me a fly ball he cluthced at his chest. He looked very pale. I ran to
him as he fell to the ground. "Dad, dad!! What's wrong? Somebody
help us, it's my dad, he's hurt."

The ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed over to my dad. They
tried to revive him and decided to put him in the ambulance. I tried
to get in the ambulance, but they wouldn't let me in. They sped off.
A diesel truck roared by me, shocking me back to reality.

My dad is dead and I never said goodbye. My park should be coming
soon. Campbell Community Center? What happened to Campbell High School?
Progress, I suppose.

What happened to my park? It's ruined, just like my life. It used to
be so huge. Now it's not even as big as the Arco station down the
street. Two benches, one path, and a few trees--what went wrong? It's
so small, just like my life. what went wrong? Dad why did you leave

Written Spring 1990

08-20-03, 03:00 AM
Wow. That is very powerful. I can totally see in my mind all the images you are describing and feel the emotions too.

I'm not certain that I would classify it as 100% a short story either, you have snuck a few percentage points of poetry into the mix somewhere... :D

08-20-03, 10:36 AM
James: Yup, just as excellent as your poetry!! Assuming this is totally non-fiction....I'm sorry that happened....I know you're still pretty young....and so your dad must have died pretty young....I'm sorry you never got to say good-bye to sure can deal a few unexpected lousy curve-balls....

Anyway, thanks for sharing....

08-20-03, 11:21 AM
Hey Joan, It is TOTALLY fiction, except for the park. The park is a real park in Campbell, CA near San Jose. It it this tiny little park on 6 lane Blvd. It has 2 or three benches and a path that winds throuh it and that is it. It is maybe the size of 2 or 3 backyards in the area.

My dad die a while back, but when I was around 20 or so. He died of cancer.

08-20-03, 01:15 PM
Oh that's too bad....Well, I'm glad you don't smoke....I want you to be around a LONG time for your kids.....:)