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September 03, 2007
People of the Corn
We celebrated Labor Day by escaping the bustling urban grind of Chestertown by driving to the nearby town of Kennedyville. Kennedyville has a post office that isn't really a post office. It's just a sign in the window of a building that looks like a house. It also has a gas station that sells bait and tackle. And a few houses. Our friend Sarah Myers lives in Kennedyville, in a beautiful little house nestled between woods and cornfields. It's a nice place, is what I'm trying to say.
There is a place off a dirt road where you can park your car and then walk through fields. In the winter, when the crops have been harvested, the landscape is lunar, expansive. Today, the summer corn was tall and turning brown.
Iggy was intrigued by the corn.
It was a sunny, clear day. Not too hot. A transitional day that felt like summer ending.
We usually walk for a mile through fields before coming to some woods. In the woods, not far from the cliffs that look out over the bay, is an old deserted house, all wood, with a beautiful stone fireplace. We have always dreamed of buying the house (or claiming it) and fixing it up. We always stop on our walk and admire the house. Imagine our surprise today to find this:
We do not know if it was vandalism or accident, but our dream house is no more.
After mulling for a bit over whether to interpret the charred remains of the dream house as some sort of symbolic portent of coming doom, we decided to go on with our day and walked down to the beach.
We've been to this beach a dozen times in the past year and have never found it occupied. There were sailboats and jet skis far across the water, but our little beach was quiet.
Tomorrow I am heading back to NYC, perhaps the place on earth most opposite to Kennedyville.
Posted by bogenamp at September 3, 2007 06:20 PM