I had forgotten what it's like to be a resilient and trash-talking boy. I tried to remember. Was I ever one of these? Stopping to record this during our bike tour of the Grand Concourse made me realize that I am living on another planet. I wonder if any of these kids will ever get there. If not, what will become of them? Will they ever land it? What eventually distracts them from this, their summer?
"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
3 comments:
I love the way they bounce.
Terrifying and delightful.
Just read Jim Carroll's Basketball Diaries ... even in the 60s and before there were resilient, trash talking boys ... but of course so many of us were trying to be good little boys to cover the inner gay rebel.
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