He Left Me Love, Most Importantly.

BIG-DADDY: I buried him in a meadow, alongside a railroad track. We were running to catch a freight and his heart gave out. You know something? That lousy old tramp died laughing.

BRICK: Laughing at what?

BIG-DADDY: Himself, I guess. A hobo tramp….not a nickel in his jeans. No future, no past.

BRICK: Or maybe he was laughing because he was happy. Happy at having you with him. He took you everywhere and he kept you with him.

BIG-DADDY: Aaah…I don’t want to talk about that.

(pause)

BIG-DADDY: Yeah, I loved him. I reckon I never loved anything as much as that…lousy old tramp.

BRICK: And you say…he left you nothing but a suitcase with a uniform in it from the Spanish-American War?

BIG-DADDY: And some memories.

BRICK: And love.

Cheers!

Funny, isn’t it? I’m still receiving visitors on my blog, even though it’s been ages, or so it feels, since I’ve actively scribbled anything here.

But cheer up, my dear few readers; vacations are just around the corner, and I’m about to dust off my thick literature and philosophy books that I’ve stocked for vacations and I’m certainly gonna churn some worthy stuff after getting high on them.  Just keep your fingers crossed.

Till then, adieus!