from Gene’s Notebook

sultry, hot morning, this one of the three longest weeks of the year ….

…and down by the Rio Grande/Rio Bravo Sunday twilight at still-another anti-wall vigil, I felt like I was at a wake, funeral, burial …and the river, green bushes on the sides flowed on, chocolate-green …and the wall got closer and closer, survey markers …. Southeast breeze, also mild ….

Border Patrolmen in four-wheelers cruised up and down the gravel, and two others lazily rode horses on the same gravel, and I felt like the coffin was near ….

Sad.

The pink, blue, white, orange and red sunset over Mexico was hopeful, same for ripening red-orange peaches on our lone tree.

Endings, starts, durablity.

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky - Brownsville
June 3, 2008