That Evening Sun



My youngest older brother came to visit me once in New Jersey. He and his friend slept in the back of their pickup in our driveway in Highland Park. On the way, he visited friends in D.C., probably sleeping in the back of his pickup there, too. A friend of his friend confirmed all the regional prejudices of my youngest older brother when he observed, “You’re from Oklahoma? I went there once. There’s not anything there.” “That’s why we like it,” retorted YOB. The “asshole” part  was understood.

Because there’s not anything here to get in the way, we get to study the sun when it goes down. It’s impressive enough to make you put down your garden hose, or your fork, or whatever conversational thread you’re working on. Grace wanted to take these pictures, and it’s always easier when, as she says, we do teamwork.
Here, she helpfully points out That Evening Sun so you won’t miss it when it goes down.
–MCG

5 thoughts on “That Evening Sun

  1. You can't say asshole on a public site like this! People will think you grew up on Oklahoma! Your Granny would be mortified! A……!

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  2. well, use city types can get alittle antsy, and the pace of life moves slower in the country, and some of us are waiting for the next installment. can crankygirl start cranking out?

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