Even when it was unnecessary, even when it was excruciating, Gammie had shown up. As always, she told me she loved me, and I believed her. She wanted me to remember it like that, and I do. She was a bit of a frustrated actress, my Gammie, quite the raconteur, and a fan of all awards shows, which we watched together.
I told her I had, and I was happy for my old bandmate. I heard her smile down the line, a smile so familiar I Eudora weltys the little store essay what it sounded like. Gammie loomed over me in a faded housecoat, tugging at her sleeve as my bedridden grandfather mumbled incoherently in the next room.
You listen to your Gammie.
Many of my teenage memories would fade with time, but this intense episode — the only time Gammie and I ever discussed anything sexual — stayed with me. As I watched from afar, I was not surprised. Little did she know I was, at that time, frequently engaged in a dizzying amount of heterosexual sex with my latchkey girlfriend.
And at last, I was ready to see it. What had been a cringe-worthy memory and funny story was now a reminder of when she, alone, was looking out for me, staying connected to me. She finally let me go, her lined face clouded with doubt, her hug a little harder and longer than usual.
Plus, I had girl trouble. But it got a laugh, so I told it. When the Beatles played Atlanta Stadium inmy grandfather was at the press conference, asking them who knows what.
I soon turned 18, graduated high school and looked ever more to the horizon, eager to cut ties and see who I was apart from my blood relatives and my increasingly claustrophobic social circle.
I just sat there as the words tumbled out of her, and her face flushed. Overall, though, things were looking good.
She said she imagined I would be. Todd had married Clare, and he was getting ever more serious about painting after having served valiantly in another band, the Michael Stipe-produced Opal Foxx Quartet.
Gammie and Sam with Cicely Tyson Those frozen faces greeted me as I walked in, sporting thrift-shop regalia, high tops and a sloppy new wave haircut, my hands sweating. Robert, you … are a type. But, for the most part, I was annoyed and embarrassed for both of us, eager to head back out into the sun, into the erupting springtime of my life.
Because Gammie had gamely co-parented my brother and me for more than a decade, her house was my house.As a kid in the '70s, I was in several groups – the church choir, the Boy Scouts, the KISS Army.
Still, I never felt like I had a tribe. InI finally found my people when my best friend, neighbor and schoolmate Todd Butler introduced me to "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" at the Silver Screen cinema in Atlanta’s Peachtree Battle Shopping Center.Download