Thursday, March 22, 2012

Dreams to Remember


From my office window I can see the Anheuser Busch brewery and 270. There are some officey, industrial parks, a small manmade lake, a giant work dumpster, and the railroad tracks. Throughout the day trains flood by sounding their horns, I often joke, “All Aboard!” at the intrusion.

I have no dreams of being a train conductor. My grandfather was a railroad "engineer"--he drove and fueled trains. What a stinky, dirty, loud job.

I always thought that in addition to my childhood dreams of wanting to be a professional baseball player and Otis Redding’s wife, that I would also like to be a detective or private investigator and write hardboiled crime fiction like Kinky Friedman or Dashiell Hammett or Raymond Chandler.  

If you have never read The Maltese Falcon, you should. 

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