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jonesamericana: I was in the wrong place at the wrong time that day. Allen was caught digging a hole to China and as I marveled at the idea, my shocked look was mistaken for cahoots. When I heard the sharp piercing sound that would turn out to be my mother’s shrill vocals, I spun around and had that stunned look on my face. My lower lip trembled as my mother charged through the yard to survey the devastation. Allen continued to dig, almost disregarding the pounding earth as mom approached. I, on the other hand, stood motionless as if my small frame would hide the gapping 3 by 3 foot hole that was not to be missed in the middle of the yard. Allen was calm as he twisted his shovel deep into the earth. He worked it deeper into the ground using his foot for leverage. Eventually he worked out a nice sticky piece of dirt. An earthworm clung to the surface as he raised the shovel waist-high. My mother arrived on the scene and scuffled her way into the hole and straight towards Allen. Without missing a beat he turned his body and gracefully flung the thick ball of muck over his shoulder and straight into my mother’s face… you may reach ian at ian[at]iancahill.com   #slide { display:block; text-align:center; }

jonesamericana:

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time that day.

Allen was caught digging a hole to China and as I marveled at the idea, my shocked look was mistaken for cahoots. When I heard the sharp piercing sound that would turn out to be my mother’s shrill vocals, I spun around and had that stunned look on my face.

My lower lip trembled as my mother charged through the yard to survey the devastation. Allen continued to dig, almost disregarding the pounding earth as mom approached. I, on the other hand, stood motionless as if my small frame would hide the gapping 3 by 3 foot hole that was not to be missed in the middle of the yard.

Allen was calm as he twisted his shovel deep into the earth. He worked it deeper into the ground using his foot for leverage. Eventually he worked out a nice sticky piece of dirt. An earthworm clung to the surface as he raised the shovel waist-high. My mother arrived on the scene and scuffled her way into the hole and straight towards Allen. Without missing a beat he turned his body and gracefully flung the thick ball of muck over his shoulder and straight into my mother’s face…

you may reach ian at ian[at]iancahill.com
 

17 April 2009 ·

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