Big Kev

This time of year (Halloween, full moons and harvest), loud and clear, when the snow wants to flow down Route 81 from Watertown and across Lake Ontario....I often catch a memory from 1996 when my friend and I lived 2 nights weekly in Cortland, NY. The Black Horse Tavern, the Yanks in the series, my budding romance with my wifey of 21 yearsies. My co worker and I worked in the fields around Truxton, Cuyler, DeRuyter, Sheds, on down to Cortland. The days were filled with Wendy's chili and Denny's breakfasts and Super 8 sleepy time. The pay phone was my friend, my phone card was my extension to talk with my girlfriend.

And Kevin, the Gentle Giant was my cohort, we would be perfect quarantine aquaintence during a Covid rapture. He is filled with the oxen's strength, always had my side and always carefully considered our conversations. His feedback and friendship was essential at this poignant point of my life as I approached a woman who I considered a proposal toward. All the while, playing it cool while we shot pool in the back of the Black Horse Tavern. Jeter on the screen, pinstripes looking mean. A time as precious as ever, it forged me to be better. to grow and push upward, to mettle my toughness. My ambitions accelerated in the Super 8, decompressing with The Dukes of Hazzard and Columbo on the picture tube.