Postcards From the Ledge (and Other Extraordinary Folk): Slugger: The Interview

Ken Painter By Ken Painter, 30th Dec 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Join me in a stroll through an eclectic collection of short stories filled with gay and straight characters in the mid-Michigan communities of Lansing and East Lansing and surrounding areas as they laugh, love, and find their lives intertwined in inexplicable ways. (Some of the stories - not all - contain softcore male/male sex scenes, and some of the material contained has been previously published on Wikinut by this author and have been modified from its original form.)

Flying Out

On an early Friday evening flight out of Detroit Metro that weekend after the celebratory dinner they’d enjoyed with family and closest of friends regarding his signing with the Yankees, Wilson Biggerstaff and his fiance Yale Harvard sat quietly next to each other in first class for the first time in their lives as the jet sped toward New York and the prearranged interview with Frank Buckland. Yale smiled quietly to himself as the flight attendant walked by and served a drink to the aging Pop/R&B star in the seat in front of them. They were gonna have to get used to this Wil thought, but the trick would be to not get a swelled head.

“Who is that? I should know him!” Yale whispered in Wil’s ear so as not to attract attention to themselves.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Wil whispered back. “All I can remember is Motown, and he’s as rich as God. Looking good, isn’t he?” Yale nodded in agreement and they dropped the subject. They were only learning to be the new celebrities on the block. After the interview would air their lives would change immeasurably. But they were young, flexible, and burgeoning students of life.

Prep Work

While Wil was providing his services for the interview at no charge, the Worldwide United Sports System for whom the universally known Frank Buckland worked and at whose studios in Manhattan the taping would take place had so generously picked up the tab for the airfare and the beautiful suite in the gorgeous hotel they were staying at in Central Park West, so they weren’t all that surprised when a sleek limo pulled up at precisely 1:00 p.m. that Saturday which would carry them not so far to their destination. Style and grace was going to be two of their new code words for the future.

The entire afternoon had been blocked out for the taping at WUSS Studios for as long as necessary and upon their entering the doorman, Larry, introduced Wil and Yale to Denise who immediately escorted them to make-up where they were then introduced to both James and Sami. Yes, they each had their own individual hair and make-up artist not that there was much to fix just the usual touch ups around the edges, shadowing and such.

Yale looked at Wil and smiled, “Glad you’re gonna be having to do this more than me,” he cracked with a chuckle.

“Wanna bet?” Wil smirked. “You’re gonna be Mr. Wil Biggerstaff to them or hadn’t you thought of it that way? You’re not that way to me Dude, and you never will be! But always remember, if I’m in the limelight they’re gonna drag you kicking and screaming into the limelight too!”

“Oops,” Yale shot Wil an apologetic goofy grin, “I guess I stand corrected. Hadn’t thought of that way. No more running out of the house in my holey-ass jeans, huh?”

Wil laughed. “Yup. Those days are over for both of us unless you like your picture on the front cover of all those supermarket rags!”

“Nope! Not at all. Not unless they’re cutting me in for a percentage.”

James the make-up artist cut in, “Now you’re learning kid.” And they all laughed! Then they were off to the Green Room which in this case really was a soft shade of spring green.

Frank Buckland joined them there a few minutes later to find them both munching on fresh fruit and bottled spring water, and after introductions were made with both him and his producer and director Frank went over the ground rules for the plans that afternoon, sort of the general outline for the flow of the questioning. All of this had been agreed to in advance and in writing of course and signed by both Wil and Yale, but as a general principal Frank liked to review in a quick face-to-face just so there were no misunderstandings. Plus it also put his interviewees at ease.

His plans were to interview Wil first with several background questions gradually working up to several more specifics. Wil also understood that Frank would have exclusive rights to edit the footage as he so desired, but one of the reasons they’d agreed to go with Frank Buckland in the first place was that he always appeared to be fair and even-handed. He asked hard enough questions to get to the depth of a matter, but he never did a hatchet job on the subjects he was interviewing. Wil detested that type of journalism, and he wouldn’t sit for an interview with anyone who practiced it. Frank Buckland wasn’t one of those. The concluding portion of the interview would include the introduction of Yale into the subject matter with some questions devoted exclusively to him and also some about their plans for their future life together. That pretty much summarized Frank’s plans for the afternoon, and the guys couldn’t think of any further questions to ask, and so Frank and his cohorts left the Green Room to check on the readiness of the set which Wil and Yale were told should only be a matter of a few more minutes. At just after 2 Wil was ushered on to the set while Yale remained in the Green Room watching via remote hookup. What follows is a transcript of the actual edited televised version that premiered on WUSS almost two weeks later on a Friday evening.

The Interview: Part One

FB: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m sitting here in Worldwide United Sports System Studios with the latest sensation to hit the baseball world, Wilson Biggerstaff. Wil congratulations on your signing with the Yankees!

WB: Thank you, Frank. I appreciate that, and I’m really happy to be here in New York and part of the Yankee organization. It’s really a great place to be. The fans are wonderful and the tradition is so great! I’m really looking forward to getting started.

FB: We may touch on that again later, but since you mentioned it already, any idea as to when that’ll be?

WB: Well, the Yankees have agreed to let me still play my senior varsity season this spring with the Spartans at MSU sort of like a good spring training workout for me, and then I’ll graduate with my degree in June. From there they’ve said they’ll assign me to one of their Minor League squads for further evaluation, and we’ll go from there.

FB: You don’t expect to stay there very long do you?

WB: They’re paying me good money not to!

FB: Good answer! I’d like to start off with a few other basic background questions first if I may. You were born in Lansing, Michigan the big capital city, but grew up in the smaller community of Grand Legion just to the north and lived there all your life until you went to MSU is that right?

WB: Yup. That’s right.

FB: And you’re the oldest of four kids, a younger brother, and two younger sisters. How did being the oldest affect you growing up? Did you feel any different toward them because of that?

WB: Oh sure! Both my mom and dad and even my grandma, my mom’s mother they all, I don’t want to say they put pressure on me, it wasn’t anything like that, but they entrusted me with extra responsibility because I was the oldest. Sure. Finally, I guess when I was getting older and not around quite as much, my brother Jackson, Jack got a bit of that responsibility passed on down to him, but I suppose it was just always expected of me to take the lead, and I always did my best to try not to let anyone down.

FB: And you say you didn’t feel any pressure from that?

WB: No I never really did.

FB: Well, not to put any pressure on you now, but may I ask you if you know why you didn’t feel any pressure from handling all that responsibility?

WB: Sure, and I don’t mind the question, Frank. It’s because my family, my mom, my dad, even my grandma when they asked always let me know that they loved me. That whatever it was that I was doing wasn’t as much expected of me as it was appreciated by them. I have never once in my life felt not loved by them.

FB: Wow! We’ll be right back after commercial break.

The Interview: Part Two

FB: Okay, we’re back with Wil Biggerstaff young baseball star recently signed with the New York Yankees and coming one day to a pro baseball stadium near you. Wil, not very long ago and just a few days prior to the baseball draft you took a huge risk and threw caution to the wind announcing to the entire world that you are gay. Any regrets?

WB: None whatsoever! In fact quite the opposite. I feel free like a bird!

FB: You don’t feel like you’ve got a target on your back now? There haven’t been any death threats or anything have there?

WB: Well, certainly the announcement produced mixed results, but we expected that. And of course the worst of the messages we heard came from that outrageous headline in Texas. But there are always going to be folks who don’t like something about you. A long time ago I was told by a very wise woman that you can’t control what anybody else thinks about you. Only you can control what you think about you. Since then I’ve just learned to roll with it.

FB: Sounds like sage advice. I noticed at your announcement that your entire family was in your corner. How old were you when you came out to them?

WB: Shortly after I turned 16, but I actually came out to my mom first a few weeks earlier just before my birthday.

FB: Would you mind letting our viewers in on your coming out experience?

WB: Not at all. I’ll try to give you the condensed version. First of all, that wise woman I mentioned earlier is my mom, and I kind of always knew at some point I’d have to tell her that I liked boys. Well, school had just gotten out for summer break after my 10th grade year, and this one particular day Jack and I were supposed to be getting ready for baseball practice after lunch, and Mom and I were clearing up the lunch dishes while Jack was in his bedroom getting his gear. I’d been real mopey that day and Mom noticed that I wasn’t my usual self, and what I didn’t tell her until quite some time later was that I was mopey because I thought was in love with one of the other boys on the baseball squad who I was afraid was straight. Anyway, my straight-talking mom came right out and asked me what was bothering me, and so I told her right back that I was gay! And she hugged me and said she kind of thought so because I’d never dated any girls. You know Frank, I learned from that experience how parents really do pay a lot more attention to their kids than we give them credit for.

FB: Yes, they do. And where did you two go from there?

WB: Well, that’s the funny thing. We got to talking a little more right then, because of course moms worry about their gay sons. She didn’t want me to run into the wrong sort of people you know. And she just happened to mention the name Matthew Shepherd, and I said Matthew who? My dear sweet mom just looked at me and smiled, and that was it! She may not be a teacher, but she is a nurse, and she’s better than a dog with a bone, because she will not let go. Over the next couple weeks she scoured the area libraries, and bookstores for pamphlets and books not only on safe sex which I really had a lot to learn by the way. But also gay and lesbian history. And after I read everything she had to offer me we sat down and discussed everything, and let me tell you I remember saying to her something to the effect that the stuff I learned should be required coursework for every gay and lesbian person as well as their loved ones and supporters. And you know I still feel that way today. Sorry, Frank, so much for the condensed version.

FB: That’s all right Wil. That’s a fascinating observation. Do you happen to remember any of the names of any of the books you read during that time period?

WB: I actually do Frank, but only because one of them, the gay & lesbian history one, my mom actually purchased at a local bookseller and added to our home library, and so just in case you asked the question I wrote it down. I’ve got it right here. It’s . . . Out of the Past: Gay And Lesbian History from 1869 to the Present by Neil Miller. It came out about 8 or 9 years ago I think, and I can’t recommend it highly enough.

FB: There you have it folks. Wil Biggerstaff’s Book of the Month Club. We’ll be right back after we sell something.

The Interview: Part Three

FB: We’re back here at WUSS Studios with Wil Biggerstaff young baseball star and now book reviewer. Tell me Wil, since your family seems so supportive, did they too read any of the books and pamphlets that you yourself studied during your coming out experience?

WB: Yeah, Frank they did. Actually it started with my mom first. Because she gathered all this information really right under their noses, and as soon as I finished reading something then she’d read it too, and we’d discuss it, and then it was on to the next book or pamphlet. After we exhausted the supply which only took something like five or six weeks and my birthday had just passed, my mom called a family meeting and we let them in our secret. My dad just laughed, but he wasn’t surprised. Again, I hadn’t been dating any girls. He wasn’t stupid. It took Jack and my sisters a little getting used to, but only because they hadn’t really thought about it, and really only about a week at that. Everybody began sharing the books and pamphlets immediately. We’ve got a pretty adult family when it comes to stuff like this.

FB: Sounds like it. Were there any naysayers in your extended family, aunts, uncles cousins, grandparents?

WB: Oh, certainly! There are always a few. In some families, I’m learning there can be many, but I’m speaking about friends of mine when I say that. Fortunately, in my extended family there haven’t been too many, and I would characterize their attitudes as closer to the cooler side of things rather than those attitudes represented by that infamous Texas headline I referred to earlier. The majority of my family has been quite supportive, and what few haven’t my maternal grandmother has just sort of made it her responsibility to deal with them herself. God bless her. Sometimes I think she’s become my biggest supporter.

FB: Tell me about her.

WB: Well, she’s 78, an old Scots widow-woman, born a MacGregor, and you don’t really want to mess with her especially at election time, no sir. She’s still in charge of the phone banks and getting out the vote for the Democratic Party in her precinct in Lansing. Between her and my mom who’s an awful lot like her, they’re probably the two forces in my life most responsible for putting the starch in my suspenders. They’re probably the ones responsible for making it absolutely impossible for me to live in the closet as a gay man in the big leagues of baseball with the man I love and try to keep that secret under wraps.

FB: Speaking of the major leagues, now that you’re going to be the first openly gay player in a professional baseball locker room, do you expect any backlash from any of your straight teammates because of your presence?

WB: Frank, I would certainly hope not, and I’m really glad you asked that question. First of all, I’d like to comment on this topic for a moment if I may?

FB: Go right ahead.

WB: Why is it that when a gay sportsman comes out of the closet there’s always this perceived notion that he’s automatically going to be checking out all of his buddies in the locker room in an effort to size them up for sexual purposes? And Frank, don’t think for one moment that I’m ragging on you for asking the question, I’m really not, it’s just that there’s this stereotype that nauseating. It really is! Absolutely frustrating to a gay man like me, Frank, and I’ll tell you why, because what the straight guys in that locker room aren’t telling you is that men check out the other guys at least a little bit. It’s called size comparison, and it’s a perfectly natural thing to do! Nobody’s doing it for lustful purposes. It’s called human nature. But I will say this, and here’s where I’m going to lay down the challenge, and I’m not just saying this to the Yankees or even to professional baseball in general, but I’m saying this now for the benefit of all professional sports. The owners are making money hand over fist. I can attest to that fact by the generous contract I just signed. That being the case it’s not going to kill anyone of them to refurbish their locker rooms to have individual shower stalls with locking doors and cubicles with small changing rooms for each player. That is, if they’ve got anybody on their roster regardless of the sport who’s got a problem changing naked in front of another player regardless of their sexual orientation. Because let’s face it, boys will be boys and unless we go into the shower room blindfolded we’re bound to check out each other at least a little bit. Now if you’ve got a guy who’s outright ogling somebody, then the coach has definitely got to deal with that person on an individual basis.

FB: I have to agree with you that guys check each other out. I must confess folks, even I do it, and I’m totally straight. Taking a peak don’t mean a thing. I haven’t met your grandmother Wil, but is this outspokenness a genetic thing?

WB: Probably is, Frank, probably is.

FB: Well if she can still carry water then the Yankees need to sign her up too. We’ll be right back after we pay the light bill.

The Interview: Yale Joins In

FB: We’re back with Wil Biggerstaff, and we’re joined now by his former boyfriend, Yale Harvard, and I say former, because I understand there’s been a change in status to the boyfriend part? Care to fill us in Yale?

YH: Yes, Wil has asked me to marry him, and it took me all of a second and a half to agree!

FB: Congratulations to you both! Have you guys set a date?

YH: Thanks Frank. No, not yet, just sometime hopefully later this year after we get settled here in New York. We’re taking advantage of New York’s recent enactment of the same-sex marriage law.

FB: Wonderful. You two are breaking all sorts of new ground here. Let’s give our viewers a bit of a bio on you Yale, if we could. I’ve got that you’re an only child from a family in Traverse City, Michigan, a hard-working mom and dad who own a small motel and souvenir shop, is that right?

YH: Yup, that’s right. It was always just the three of us, and after she had me my mom couldn’t have any more children. I guess in a way it kind of worked out though, because we didn’t have a lot of room living at the motel anyway. We never had a lot, but we always managed to make ends meet, and as I got old enough to go to school even way back in elementary I always had some kind of chores to do around both the motel and the shop. We all did, it was just our life, but I don’t ever think I looked on it as work, because I loved meeting all the strangers who came to visit us. After high school I got a scholarship to Michigan State, and eventually I met Wil. I think that must have been love at first sight for both of us, because we’ve been stuck like super-glue to each other pretty much ever since. And we’ll both graduate this June.

FB: And then you’ll have a teaching degree?

YH: Yes, and I’m looking forward to teaching somewhere here in the City.

FB: What’s your specialty?

YH: Reading.

FB: There’s always a huge need for that.

YH: I’m counting on it!

FB: I understand that you’ve also had a bit of experience as an agitator or a demonstrator for your church. Perhaps I’m putting the wrong spin on that. Care to set me straight, Yale?

YH: Yeah, let me fix that if I may. Every once in awhile if folks like the Neanderthal Baptist Church out of Kansas or any other fundamental group of so-called Christians protests the individual civil liberties and laws of any other particular group not just gays in any particular location but anyone, like military funerals just to name one prime example, the Justice and Witness Committee of the church which Wil and I are members of, the United Church of Christ, which by the way has been openly sanctioning same-sex marriage since way back in 2005, the first mainline denomination to do so I might add, this Justice and Witness Committee sends out a call for any of us who are able to go and participate in counter-demonstrations of a strictly non-violent nature against these groups. We’re not agitators in any way. But we usually outnumber these groups by a lot, and, well, for that reason alone, they don’t like us very much. That plus the fact that we’re pretty liberal!

FB: And then I would suppose that at least some of you are gay?

YH: Well, there’s that, but that just makes us fabulous!

FB: New York’s going to love you guys.

YH: We’re counting on it!

FB: One final question, and I'm going to toss it to Wil before we close. I know you’re both really young now and just starting out your lives together, but what about children down the road?

WB: Probably. Most likely. Yeah. We’ve only briefly mentioned it, and we’re both agreeable to the concept, but it would be awhile off in the future if only because we’re so young right now as you said, and we’re both just starting our careers here. I’ll be on the road a lot. We have big issues to think about like surrogacy or adoption. But we are family kind of guys, and our love for each other is real and deep, and the love of any children we’d bring into our life would be a natural extension of that. So at some point, yes, I see us going there, but just not very soon yet.

FB: And there you have it folks, two very exciting well-grounded young men who have just landed on their feet in the Big Apple and who just happen to be gay like one of them has brown eyes and the other one has blue. Thank you all for watching, good-night and be good sports.

The Afterglow of the Interview

Wil and Yale could have spent their night going out on the town taking New York by storm, doing the clubs, and dancing the night away. However they chose not to. After the limo dropped them back in front of their hotel it was just shortly after 4:30 and proving to be a most wonderful late winter afternoon. It was still light out even though the clocks had not yet reset to daylight savings time. That would come within the next week or so. But the daylight hours had lengthened sufficiently to bring some warmth to the east coast, and Wil and Yale noticed it was a bit warmer there this weekend than back home, and so when the limo dropped them off rather than head back inside they looked at each other and wordlessly shrugged their shoulders each sharing the same thought as if mind-readers, and holding hands they simply walked across the street into Central Park to share what may be some of their last remaining days of anonymity in public quietly like this.

The two lovers sauntered aimlessly for the next hour and a half among the sidewalks and trails never venturing very far in any one direction from their hotel. They always managed to circle back, to stop, to embrace, to caress, to kiss. This was the Big Apple after all, the eclectic magic kingdom of North America. Foot traffic was light for a Saturday, and what few passers-by did manage to closely interrupt their space really paid them no attention at all. Same-sex lovers in Central Park evidently had either ceased to be a novelty, or there were just better sideshows in town than two men holding hands and sharing a kiss every now and then. Wil and Yale did very little talking during their walk, and yet they seemed to understand what each other was feeling so in tune were they with each other’s emotions. Their communication was conducted largely by touch and facial gesture and expression. Frank Buckland had said a mouthful when he observed that they were two well-grounded young men. He couldn’t have called it any better.

After returning to their hotel room just after six, they ordered dinner from room service, and after it was delivered they got naked and fed it to each other in bed. Slowly. And sensuously. And when their stomachs were sufficiently sated Yale curled up in Wil’s burly armpit hugging him tightly and said, “I just loved how you answered Frank’s question about having kids. We’ve never really talked about it at length have we?”

“I didn’t say too much then?” Wil looked at Yale for reassurance. “I was flying by the seat of my pants there, because you’re right we’ve never talked much other than to say once I think that it might be nice to have kids someday.”

“You gave it just the right touch, Wil, you really did,” Yale reassured him. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think I could have said it any better, and it would have been about the same exact feelings you said.”

“You don’t want any really soon do you?” Will just wanted to make sure.

“Oh no, Babe.” Yale really had to reassure him of this point. “And it has nothing to do with the money. We’ve got plenty of that now, and more coming in all the time, and I think you’ll eventually have some kind of endorsement deals if Kent has anything to say about it. But I don’t want us to have kids until we’re settled into a decent routine here, and that means a couple of things. Me in a tenured teaching position at a school somewhere, and you with the Yankees in the rotation full-time and not being called up and then sent back to the minors back and forth, back and forth. Us with a house or big accommodating apartment and a regular routine. So I’m looking at probably four years at least down the road.”

“Well I was thinking more like five or perhaps even six, but it doesn’t have to be a hard and fast number like that, it just has to be a feeling.”

“I agree, absolutely Wil. I did say four at least. And I’m not against five or six, or even ten if the timing for us isn’t right. I love you, and whether we adopt or decide to go the surrogacy route those are things that can be decided way in the future, because now all I care about is the here and now with you right here beside me.” And Yale leaned over his man Wil and placed the hungriest kiss on Wil’s lips he could muster, and Wil reciprocated by rolling him over underneath with Wil on top. He then leaned his head back looking deeply into Yale’s eyes choosing that moment to drop a bombshell on him.

“Five million dollars.”

“What? Wil? What the hell are you talking about? What five million dollars?”

“You ever heard of Andrew Crockett Underwear, Yale?”

“Sure I’ve heard of Andrew Crockett Underwear. What gay man hasn’t heard of Andrew Crockett Underwear and seen their ads with all those gorgeous stud models and the Crockett Rockett underwear? Jesus Wil, those guys are almost as hung as you are!”

“That’s the point, Yale. Almost as hung. Ten-inchers like mine are a rarity, how many times have you yourself said it?”

“Uh, only every time I give you a blow job, and usually with my mouth full,” Yale said laughing.

“I think that’s what I said. Remember that I got a text in the limo this afternoon on the way back to the hotel?”

“Yeah, and you didn’t seem too happy about it either.”

“It’s not that I’m not happy, it’s just that now the circus begins.” Will sighed and looked at Yale with a rather blank look. Unreadable. Neither happy nor sad. “Five million dollars. Renewable every year at the discretion of both parties.”

“For what?” Yale was getting exasperated now. “C’mon Wil. Will you please tell me what this big secret is! You’re killing me!”

“I’m almost scared to, quite frankly, Yale! You’re either gonna be proud or pissed as hell, but there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.!” Wil threw up his hands in total exasperation too. “Kent signed my first endorsement deal today, and under my agreement with Kent he has that legal right, so I guess I’m stuck with it, and we’re gonna make at least five million bucks out of it. I’m gonna be wearing Andrew Crockett Underwear, Yale. You and the entire world are gonna see me and my schlong in the Crockett Rockett in hundred foot high ads plastered on the sides of buildings in Times Square among other places across America. I hope you can still love me and even look at me every morning, Dude.”

“Oh my God, Wil!" Yale began laughing so hard Wil thought he might have a heart attack. Yale was holding his arms criss-crossed across his stomach and his face was turning red until he began coughing from his hysterical laughter. Wil found it necessary to take his lover into his arms and rub Yale on his back to calm him down to keep him from turning blue.

“Oh, Wil,” a relieved Yale sighed again as he calmed down from his laughing and began to breathe somewhat normal again.

“You mean you’re not angry?”

“Of course I’m not angry. Although I was just thinking back to our conversation in make-up earlier this afternoon. I guess that now you really will be doing this a lot more than me!” And Yale shook his head in amazement back at Wil punctuated by yet another brief chuckle. “But seriously Wil, you still don’t understand how thoroughly beautiful and adorable you are and how that makes me SO . . . DAMN . . . PROUD! You can run naked down Broadway for all I care just so long as I’m running alongside you.” And then putting his smiling face up to Wil’s, nose to nose and getting ready to kiss him yet once again Yale continued, “Just don’t ever forget about me.” And they kissed.

“I could never forget about you. You define me.” And after they kissed again Wil continued, “Well, would you look at that? My 10-inch rocket is straightening up there. We need to do something about that, don‘t we?”

“And I think I’ve got just the remedy,” Yale grinned.

“Somehow I thought you might,” Wil laughed. “Because I’m gonna marry a really smart dude.”


By Yale Harvard

The slums of Matamoros were the streets he called his home
And the constant stench of failure there formed his urgent need to roam
Since his wife had died the year before, he saw no reason left to stay
So he grabbed his son and made the run . . . the border just four miles away

He’d been saving each centavo since long before his wife had passed
It was such a very costly ride, but he had saved enough at last
Two thousand dollars for himself, the coyote said his son could ride for free
‘Cause he was only five years old, and wouldn’t take much room, you see

When we get to where we’re going, it’s such a better place than here
That’s the reason we are going, Son, so let me dry your tears
Just sit here on my lap, why don’t you rest your little head here on my chest
And dream a happy dream, because our destination is the best

Now it gets hot in April way out there on the Texas plain
And inside that loaded semi-truck not a soul could stand the strain
But a secret and illegal pack of humans would not see the light of day
And so the air and water luxuries somehow got lost along the way

They were discovered in the trailer at a dusty truck stop by the road
The boy died in his daddy’s arms . . . just another cargo load
And the dad had given his last breath calling out for hope of any sign
And he prayed as he lay dying, “Lord, please won’t YOU erase that borderline.”

When we get to where we’re going, it’s such a better place than here
That’s the reason we are going, Son, so let me dry your tears
Just sit here on my lap, why don’t you rest your little head here on my chest
And dream a happy dream, because our destination is the best
Just dream a happy dream, because our destination is the best

(Written by Yale during their summer break, his and Wil’s, after their junior year at MSU after reading a magazine article about yet another sad case gone wrong of the coyotes on the Mexican-American border transporting undocumented workers across and dropping them within the United States and then running. Just a little further insight into where Yale’s heart lies.)

(This concludes the story "Slugger: The Interview".)

Link to the next story Part A of "Some Men Go Just Where They Want (Story 2)" . . . Here


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author avatar SaigonDeManila
2nd Feb 2015 (#)

Impressive! Though quiet long and you could made this in three,parts)and earn you more=) the Cargo s an icing and can stand alone as anther aricle.

Best regards comrade! Keep sharning keep nut crackin'!

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