Mac LEaPHART

Benjamin Braddock and Elaine Robinson riding away on the bus.  Big smiles at first.  Then pensive looks.  Another big smile from Benjamin, then finally seeing Benjamin seemingly feeling the weight of his decision.

Is it happy? Is it sad? 

Strange days indeed.
The following 4 entries are character sketches, really just manifestations of some thoughts I was feeling amidst this staying at home and walking around with masks on our face like some twilight zone episode.

His room had not changed since high school.  The Atlanta Falcons sheets on the single bed.  The Yardbirds family tree poster, the poster of Butch & Sundance guns drawn & charging. 
His mother said that it smelled like teenagers. 
And…

“Swut they call a catch 22, I reckon,”  Harry said to the attractive doctor who was currently taking his blood pressure in response to why he still drank so much.  “Booze got me on the street. But it also makes…

A plastic, crinkling cacophony spilled into the little girl’s ears. Her eyes darted to the sound, a blue and white plastic bag moving on its own.  Jerky, unrhythmic dashes beside a line of plastic trash cans on the alley behind…

He was talking to his father on speaker.  Casual catch up conversation, the current goings on. 
“Tell him what happened at the Publix today, Bob,”  he heard his mother say in the background. 
“What happened in Publix?” 
“Oh, nothing really…

Small town southern son coming home from the movies.
Recreating what was just viewed.
Cameras nobody else could see.  
 Kurt Loder interviewing River Phoenix, or somebody like River Phoenix.  
Ego lighting up like a flame thrower.  
I wanted to…

The Charleston Pour House.  Sometime around a decade ago. 
There were maybe fifty people in the audience. 
Truth & Salvage Company slid into their set with a genuine ease & confidence that cannot be manufactured.  I remember reading the liner…

“This guy doesn’t know shit.” 
I’m assuming this was the first impression of the rest of the guys I was about to start a week long run with, as I walked into a bar in Anderson, SC, running a little…

Sleep didn't come easy for me the first night in Dripping Springs, Texas.  The insomnia thing is a gift from my mother’s side of the Family. Apparently, quite a few McKeowns spend a good portion of their nights staring up…

Yesterday, I was out and about, and my phone was almost out of juice. The charger chord in my car, which I’d been seeing some wire poking from behind the white, finally quit working all together, and so, I was…

Marvin. 
It was an unfortunate name. 
Marvin. 
Maybe not for the gray haired mechanic who had fixed your parent’s cars for years.  But, a little off, antiquated, paired with the quiet, occasionally impatient fella who packed his own lunch…