1967 cavalier bricks orange dusty from manual intervention screen doors molested by apathy of natural and domestic storms dots of blood dwell even on the yellow tape reading caution in big black letters the weeping willows pose in front of the two capacious bay windows hanging as helpless brain fevers moving only in spirit but the house was still a house yet an old man, with a full gray goatee eyes as big as a snow owl's eyes, black hair, and dark skin with gray interludes, was looking fearfully out of the main door mumbling the melody of Amazing Grace during the eve of Christmas Day 1967.       ©2005 Ernest Williamson III