Monday, September 29, 2003
A strange Craft.
A college days chum told me that part of his youth was spent in an orphanage at the foot of this water tower while his parents sorted out “family” problems. He and his brother sometimes sat on the grass behind a fence and watched their father drive to and from work.
Mental illness and an early death were in his future but he didn’t seem any stranger than the other college kids at the time except that he often spoke of Martians as if they were an historical fact.
The orphanage is gone too but I remember where it was. I looked up at the water tower today and I thought, for a moment, that I knew where my chum got his ideas about the Martians.
