I'm still reading (and god oh god I'm afraid. Tissues, since when are you so terrifying when mentioned?) but I just had to comment on this line:
"takes a minute to carefully and lovingly key the Beemer that's parked next to him in the handicapped spaces with no plates or hang-tag in sight." Oh Cam, a man after my own heart.
I key cars parked in the handicapped spots without plates or tags and then call the cops for a tow. If I can park fifty yards away and limp my way inside instead of taking the last handicapped spot when there's a chance someone who needs it more might come along, so can they.
My best friend's mom was a volunteer ticketer here in Austin for years. She went after the handicapped space parkers, and they would show up in court full of righteous fury...to find a sweet little old lady had ticketed their car. Justice!
Thank you. I'll take the hate, really. Because -- Ash. I feel so guilty. (I told ivorygates that she is not allowed to do anything mean to Ash, at all, when she writes about the Mitchells. She said "For how long?" I said "Ever.")
I was crying too--every time my brother gets deployed (hopefully never again!), there's always that low-level worry that he won't come back, and he's a doctor, generally in the safest place he can be over there. The line in an earlier bit about not breaking down until you hear that trumpet is so true (dad and other brother, both vets). It's like you're being given permission to cry.
Other than that? Loved it. :-) Sam and Whataburger, even Cam operating on shock-time until he is able to grieve. Got it right, you did.
Thank your brother for me, and may he be safe. And God, yeah, nobody in my family's ever been in the service at all, but I still mist up when I hear "Taps". (And "Flowers of the Forest" on pipes. And anyone singing "The Parting Glass".)
But yes, other than that: Whataburger! If fate is kind to me, Whataburger will someday franchise up here. (Although we have Five Guys, which, heresy, might actually be better.) And the shock-time was so damn hard to write, but I'm glad it came across; thank you.
Avoiding my ATTO project...rogue_planetAugust 24 2007, 17:44:21 UTC
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Okay, I'm not exactly CRYING, but that's only because there's a stone where my heart should be. But god, that last scene on the porch, where Cam and JD agree to handle Ba'al....
Re: Avoiding my ATTO project...synecdochicAugust 24 2007, 19:09:59 UTC
You know, I have no earthly clue what Momma might or might not know, but I do know that from this minute on, JD's family. Because he stepped up to be Cam's hands when he needed them, because he's shown her that he understands tough love (and understands the love part of it), because she's starting to think that maybe he's going to stick around, because Sam clearly knows him and trusts him and, well, Sam's not always the best judge of character, Momma knows, but her heart's in the right place. And it all adds up ...
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"takes a minute to carefully and lovingly key the Beemer that's parked next to him in the handicapped spaces with no plates or hang-tag in sight." Oh Cam, a man after my own heart.
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*innocent like a LAMB*
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(Fuckers.)
Guerilla disability activism for the win. \o/
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My
God.
I hate you and I love you.
But so achingly beautiful.
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Other than that? Loved it. :-) Sam and Whataburger, even Cam operating on shock-time until he is able to grieve. Got it right, you did.
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But yes, other than that: Whataburger! If fate is kind to me, Whataburger will someday franchise up here. (Although we have Five Guys, which, heresy, might actually be better.) And the shock-time was so damn hard to write, but I'm glad it came across; thank you.
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Okay, I'm not exactly CRYING, but that's only because there's a stone where my heart should be. But god, that last scene on the porch, where Cam and JD agree to handle Ba'al....
So, what does Mama know?
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