Saturday, October 27, 2007

x365: 26 of 365: Firman

How is it possible that anyone could be named Firman? But kindergarten provided you, with a bowl cut running to seed and teeth in transition. That was the year we all lost our front teeth. You never spoke, but you would laugh often. Your laughter came out in a series of chuffs. One day you fell off the monkey bars and Mrs. Schnare came running, bracketed you with her hands while you squealed wordlessly in the pitch of a stepped-on dog. I went to a different school the next year and didn't see you again until grade nine. You were taller and stronger than everyone else, your limbs stuffed into bleached jeans and jean jacket. I recognized you by your hair, which was cut in the same unmistakable shaggy bowl. You recognized me too. Hi Aidan, you said.

5 comments:

elsie said...

I know a Firman, too. Small world?

palinode said...

I wonder if there actually tons of Firmans out there and we just don't realize it. Are there any Firmans who would care to speak up?

Cecilieaux said...

Google offers this: http://www.geocities.com/~wallyg/tresrobles1.htm

(BTW, could you puh-leeze bump up the type size for these old eyes?)

Schmutzie said...

To increase or decrease font size, just hold down the Ctrl key and hit the + or the - key until you achieve the size you want.

palinode said...

Cecilieaux - Interestingly enough, the Firman I mention also comes from rural Nova Scotia - indeed, the same part of rural Nova Scotia. Sambro is a forty-five minute drive along the coast from the place where I went to school.

Schmutzie - Thanks for the tip.