WALKING WITH J. SWANN
'They used to call this Overkill
Bridge, my father used to say -
that was back, I guess, oh, in
the 1920's. Because it would
kill a person to get over it.
Back before cars were anyway
plentiful. Walking and a horse,
maybe, was mostly it. They had
some kind of wooden bridge they'd
put up in the 1880's. It did its job,
but they said it was tough. All gone
now though. A few pictures around,
and some sketches and drawings too.'
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He still smoked cigarettes, the regular
kind, sometimes rolling them himself.
Always the same old dungarees or
farmer jeans, whichever you call 'em.
I was about 15 then, and he'd a' liked
to talk my ear off if I'd have let him.
I can still see him though, just closing
me eyes. He was a rough-hewn kind
of guy; always reminds me now of
Lincoln, or one of those backwoodsy
types. All that oddball wisdom and the
funny ways they say it.
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He had some burn marks on one side
of his face, lower, down by the chin
and under the cheek area - said it was
some fuel can or something that lit
up in his face, blowing apart. The
marks were from where the pail
shards hit and lodged. I guess they
were a'fire, or hot anyway. Left the
marks. But he never cared. He'd
say 'All men got scars somewhere.'
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One time, I remember, some guy
asked him, said, 'Did you live here
all your life?' He took some offense
to the way that was said, remarking,
'Well, Hell, no! Not yet anyways,
I hope!' But you could tell by his
tone that the words had annoyed
him. Later on, still sore, he said
to me, 'Who'd that guy think he
was, using a past tense on me
like that?' It was funny, and I
never thought of it that way.
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There used to be a sort of joke,
about the old guys in Vermont,
with something like that; getting
the point across, about being
hard-headed and crotchety;
about a person asking some
farmer along the way for
directions to somewhere. The
farmer gazed out, thought about
it, rubbed his chin some, and
said....'Nope. Can't get there
from here.' Which is kind'a
funny, but I wouldn't think there
are any places, really, that you
can't get to somehow, and from
anywhere else too.
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