SNYDERMANIA: A HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY FAIR MEMORY

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY FAIR MEMORY

A Story from The Eight Fingered Criminal's Son
“Dave Cruz (1979)”

by Willimam Snyder
© 2006 William Snyder

The Eight Fingered Criminal's Son is available as an EBook on Amazon.com. The bound version will available in 2012.

15 comments:

JJ said...: I think I heard a song once by WZ and the Americans called "Come a Little Bit Closer." Were you ever in a little cafe on the other side of the border?; January 22, 2011 at 2:43 PM
Anonymous said...: Most enjoyable, good sir.; January 22, 2011 at 3:22 PM
ISRAEL CARRASCO said...: OH man you too had a musclehead after you. It's laways the nice guys that get in trouble because of women.; January 22, 2011 at 11:36 PM
Momma Fargo said...: Very fantastic writing and most fun.; January 23, 2011 at 9:59 PM
James West said...: Ialways enjoy the dave cruz story.; January 27, 2011 at 10:29 AM
Midlife Roadtripper said...: What a grand voice in this story. Great sense of character and scene.

Hey, where do I get that book of yours?; January 30, 2011 at 10:48 AM
#167 Dad said...: JJ,
Thanks for reading. The tune will work =for the film version.
Wendy,
Thank you for reading.
Iz,
Thanks.; January 30, 2011 at 4:20 PM
#167 Dad said...: Momma,
Thank you! Really appreciate the good vibes.
Jackson,
Thanks for reading, my good man. Good to hear from you.; January 30, 2011 at 4:22 PM
#167 Dad said...: Midlife Jobhunter,
Thank you for making my day.
I'm working with a small publisher. The book is scheduled to come out in September. I'll keep you in the loop.; January 30, 2011 at 4:24 PM
BeFrank said...: I hope I see your book in published form soon. I have copies of early draftys which I plan to sell on ebay once the rest of the world discovers you.; January 31, 2011 at 10:08 PM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks for the good vibrations, old friend. If I hit the publishing lottery, I'll sihn 'em for you!; February 1, 2011 at 11:51 AM
Clif said...: This is one of my all-time favorites, #167 Dad. It captures one of those universally-shared teenage moments.; February 5, 2011 at 12:44 PM
#167 Dad said...: Clif,
i can't tell you how much i appreciate your support!; February 6, 2011 at 11:04 AM
#167 Dad said...: 13 is unlucky.guess i'm triskaidekaphobic...; February 6, 2011 at 11:07 AM
Guely of Sweden said...: Great! But i'm still waiting for Da book!!; February 6, 2011 at 1:26 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?