It made me sad.
Finding an old name and then the face to go with it.
The couple, married before me, before any of us, straight after college.
You think a couple is a good couple because of so many things, their combined physicality for instance. Their interests. They way they make each other laugh.
They were both tall and thin. I mean, really tall and really thin. Both hipsters, not artists themselves, on the periphery, but always the right choice in music and film and clothing.
Without looking for either of them, I found them both on Facebook.
So many people are still there, in Cleveland, the art scene still alive. If I had stayed in Kent, would I have begun to venture back to the east side? Would my poetry have cropped up again? Would my daughter have wanted to go to art school and really have accepted the acceptance at CIA?
I would not have found Sacred Harp singing, that’s for sure.
They were at my wedding with a new baby. How little I knew of babies then, but thought I did. Thought I knew so much.
(for the first time, I’ve figured out how to put a video directly from my Photo Booth to my blog without making it public on youtube. how could this have flummoxed me so in the past? does this date mean it’s from October or November? dang dates)