Monday, March 09, 2009



Do we meet those we dream of as they dream of us?

"In the second grade we were allowed to walk home from school for lunch. Its hard to believe they let us do that. I don't think that can happen these days.
I always walked with Donna Hartlieb. We would part at the corner and meet again to return to school. Every day my mother gave me a Baby Snickers Bar for the walk back and I would split it with Donna on the corner.
To this day, I can still see Donna leaning on that tree at the corner with her little Red Riding Hood jacket on, waiting for me.
One day I asked Mom if I might have two candy bars.
She inquired as to why I would need two. I told her all about Donna and how we walked together everyday, and how I split my candy bar with her always.
I'll never forget the look on Mom's face.
"Oh yes, Stevie, you certainly may!"as she dried her hands on her Watermelon Apron and pulled another Snickers Bar from out of the cupboard.
She was beaming.

I was in Detroit in 2nd grade, and we moved back to Texas in the 6th grade.
Over the next several years, passing from a kid to a teenager, with all the hormonal turmoil and finding love, and loss, and pleasures and pains, and learning to kiss and touch and care and lust, I would keep Donna in mind, and try to maintain some semblance of being a gentleman.
Years later, when I was 21, a failed romance jogged my memory of Donna and brought fresh revelations of what it meant to have a friend, to really like someone, to be in love.
I wondered did or would Donna remember me, and what her memory of me might be, and how that memory might affect her relationships the way she still affected mine.

This was on my mind very late one night, and I decided to drive to Detroit to see if I could find Donna. It was about 3:00 a.m. as best as I can figure when I left Texas. I was wearing shorts and a T-Shirt and had no shoes.
Somewhere around Cleveland my car broke down. I had to walk the rest of the way. It had become quite cold and the wind was blowing very hard as I entered the Detroit city limits. I made my way north, up Jefferson Ave. to Grosse Pointe Park. People were looking at me, staring at me as I had few clothes, and like I said it was quite cold...
I walked down Windmill Drive and up Trombley, past my old house, and took a left on Essex... there were kids on bikes going to School. They all did a double take when they saw me, tossing their heads back in laughter at this fellow in Shorts and a T-Shirt and no shoes.
What an Idiot!!!
I was shivering at the corner of Essex and Harcourt, the very corner from 15 years prior when-where Donna and I would part and reunite, when I saw her.
She was on a Red Schwinn, with the big Chopper handlebars and Banana seat and with the pink and white streamers that flapped in the wind. She still had the Blonde hair cut, "Pixie" style, and the Little Red Riding Hood jacket, but like me, she was older now.
It was Donna, and she had seen me.
She did a quick U-Turn and approached me, her face full of recognition, all the while smiling and ringing the little bell that went "ching-ching" with her thumb..
I could tell she knew who I was.
My heart is beating wildly.
“What are you doing here? Aren't you cold?” she asks.
‘Yes, but I wanted to see you” I say.
“Do you know me?” she asks.
“You are Donna”
“Yes, how did you know?
“I used to live here, I used to walk with you”
Her face is even more full of recognition now and I am so full of emotion I can scarcely even say the words, cannot find the voice to ask that which I have come 1100 miles to here it is...

‘Donna, do you remember me like I remember you?”

I see it in her face, in her eyes, all she has to do is say the words...her lips begin to form the words to say “Yes, you are Steve, and I remember you so well, we walked and talked and you shared your Candy Bars with me..”
But before she is able to say these words...


And I was shaking, saying "OH MY GOD" and shivering, and I was cold and the next three days I was feverish with the Flu...
If I have ever had a Dream where I went somewhere and met someone... that was it.

Do we really meet those we dream of as they dream of us?


soubriquet said...

Great story, Steve, and I was totally unprepared for the wake-up at the end...
Although I wondered what the 21 yr old was doing on a red schwinn, dressed in clothes of yesteryear.
Both stories, the childhood sharing, and the yearning to see your old friend, both of them tug at the heartstrings.
You write a great story.

Me? oh.. um. I'm stuck. Thinker's block or something... I write in my head and then forget it when faced with a keyboard.

Anonymous said...

That was beautifully written. You should write a love story cause your heart is full of love and memories big guy. Hey Chef!!

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Anonymous said...

I pressed twice sorry about that. It was the same thing again.

Rick O'Shay said...

Why do you do this to me? You draw me in to your stories, even though i'm also wondering why this girl is still riding the bike and you're in shorts leaving TX going north doesn't make sense but alot of things you do don't make sense you just up and do them and then you wake up with the flu.
Great writing. But you wont take me in next time.

e said...

Great tale and thanks for sharing, Bullet. Try the Internet if you want to find her for real. Meantime, keep posting!

valentinegirl63 said...

My first name is Donna! thanx for the great post!

bulletholes said...

Souby, i kind of have the same thing, thats why i pulled this one out and polished it up a tad. i think its great I got you twice on this works, yes?

A love story huh Waiter? Yeah, i gonna go write one this weekend!

Ric, i don't know how I fell into this two years ago, that is the presentation of the dream as happening for real, but it really did work. Thanks!

e; this story is really supposed to be less about Donna and more about Mom and Dreams....but yeah, I'd love to know if Donna remembers me and what her memory is.

Kimmy! thanks...its a verty pretty story, doncha think?

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

You have touched that note in all of us; wanting to go back and reunite with that crush. I often wonder how those I've had feelings for are doing! Beautifully expressed!

Barbara said...

Go find her NOW! It's really not so hard to do these days. She may actually be reading your Blog, who knows?

Angela said...

Oh no, don`t Steve. I once (30 years later) saw a picture in a newspaper of a guy I had a crush on at 14-16... what a total disappointment! Though I`m pretty sure he would remember me, I was glad I never got to talk to him again. Donna might look (and be)very different today!

dmarks said...

Very cool post.

I'm sure you can find her on Facebook.