it was a town you grew up in or attended

pleasantly shabby with a disarming beauty, it shared an etheral charm on summer evenings

it was anyones and everyones founded by yankee doodle himself

but like any small new england village this town had secrets

i reached for the cutty sark expecting to tip it over

it wasnt there

the ground was painted with dollar store mouthwash bottles prone and empty like marlowes dead soldiers

time to report i wrote in the clouds



                      

2 years after harold s mom graduated, the williamstown theater festival put on a production of the golden boy starring a then as yet unknown actor named dylan mcdermott who would play pick up basketball with us almost every day

he asked my name one time so i asked his

he said very clearly " dylan [ something ] "

he said it like i should remember it and i did

except for the remembering part

thought he said " macgillivary " he looked very similar to peter macgillivary who had just become a successful photographer with the north adams transcript and the williamstown advocate he also mentioned he was with the wtf so in 2012 I googled to see if dylan was dylan m and voila