{"id":751,"date":"2009-09-15T01:59:00","date_gmt":"2009-09-15T05:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2009\/09\/15\/monday-night-riding-with-sam\/"},"modified":"2009-09-15T01:59:00","modified_gmt":"2009-09-15T05:59:00","slug":"monday-night-riding-with-sam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2009\/09\/15\/monday-night-riding-with-sam\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday night – riding with Sam"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Walked out of work today just before 6 into a beautiful fall afternoon. Maybe it was the weather.. or soemthing about the light.. but\u00a0\u00a0 something came over me as I got in the car. There are times like this when Sam’s presence.. or maybe his absence.. comes over me so strongly that it’s like a spell. It’s a funny mix of sad, sweet and quiet.. that lasts for an hour or so. I can actually feel it in my body.. it’s like a warmth right above my heart. … I had an errand to do on the way home.. but by the time I hit Richmond, I was deep in that spell.\u00a0 I often talk to Sam when I’m alone in the car.. I don’t know if he can hear me.. but I do it for myself today ‘we’ talked about the town.. As I drove the 3 miles from Richmond to Jonesville I remembered Sam back into this place..\u00a0 <\/p>\n

\u00a0Like k here where we’d wait for our place in the 4th of July parade…<\/div>\n

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Or the Boutin’s old place where we’d go to see the crazy Christmas lights<\/div>\n

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Or Everett’s where we bought a pie once. <\/div>\n

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I can picture passing Sam on his bike here <\/div>\n

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Sam came with me once when we were helping rebuild this barn.. since he died, we’ve had two memorial concerts for him here.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/div>\n

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Here’s Robin’s mountain.. the backdrop for our neighborhood. <\/div>\n

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This is the Williams.. There son Jerrod died in 2001.. I remember thinking how unthinkable that would be… <\/div>\n

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And here’s the old Jonesville store.. we all used to walk there to get ice cream on hot summer days. Our friend Dan is reopening the place into a cool hippy cooperative.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And.. here’s the rope swing where all the kids used to spend summer days. I remember coming home one day from work and seeing Sam doing a back flip off the rope .. thing was.. he had a cast on his arm.. he’d just broken his elbow. Worse yet, he decided to tell the orthopedic surgeon about doing the flip when we went to get the cast changed.\u00a0 I remember\u00a0 that I<\/i> got in trouble for that. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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here’s the winooski where we’d all tube or canoe or kayak.. <\/div>\n

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ANd.. of course.. here’s home.. <\/div>\n

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As I pulled into the driveway the sense passed, the dogs needed attention, I had to get dinner going.. I wanted to talk to Gabe.. Life resumed .. it was now again..
And now it’s late.. <\/p>\n

Nite folks Nice riding with you Sam.
-me<\/p>\n

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Walked out of work today just before 6 into a beautiful fall afternoon. Maybe it was the weather.. or soemthing about the light.. but\u00a0\u00a0 something came over me as I got in the car. There are times like this when Sam’s presence.. or maybe his absence.. comes over me so strongly that it’s like a … Continue reading Monday night – riding with Sam<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-751","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/751","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=751"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/751\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=751"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=751"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=751"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}