Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Ode to an Absence


. . . An odd thing, to come upon
an absence, to come upon a death, to come upon
what is left when everything is gone.

***From "The Death of a Small Town" by Kansas native B.H. Fairchild

I have a feeling I won't make a good old man because I'm a brooder. When something slips into past, I don't deal well with the holes left by its absence. I spend too much time thinking about how things once were. I end up with a dark gumbo of feelings of emotions that I have trouble digesting.

I then end up worrying about not being a good old man.

I'm trying to be proactive though because I want to be a good, not-so-crotchety, interesting old man that the grandkids enjoy; therefore, I promise to document the processional as it slips into the sunset. This will be the catharsis. I'll be one of the few (I know I'm not alone) with cameras and pens in hand to document how the little things were. It's all about the small details.

This week the Round Corner Pharmacy will close its doors.


They say it's the oldest continuous running pharmacy in the state of Kansas.

I guess, the plaque makes it a fact.

There was a small cheese shop in the back of the pharmacy. Of course, you could get a good grilled cheese sandwich there.


and that's the way it is,
muddy

4 comments:

12th Man Training Table said...

Nasty storm here last night. Force us to get out of bed and turn on the Weather Channel to make sure we weren't in a tornado warning. So they show us the doppler radar with the red dot right on our house showing where the center of the storm was ... and then they cut to Kansas City, and there's a red hemorrhage right on top of Lawrence. So, just wanted to make sure y'all were cool.

PictureGirl said...

How sad.
Why do good things have to come to an end?
I love round corner buildings.

Jeanie said...

It's a bit of an admonition isn't it? That the "Cheese loved you more than you loved it". I beg to differ. I love cheese more than just about anything in the world. The only thing I love more is toast. I've never in my LIFE felt loved by cheese. Admired, maybe. Respected, perhaps. But loved, no.
Why do all good things have to come to an end? I hate it when my favorite things close. That's why I am committed to keeping all our locally owned divey restaurants alive and do away with the chains that are so prevelant in Wichita.

Anonymous said...

I too am sad at the closing - it was one of my favorite places when I lived there. By way of clarification, yes, there are many restaurant chains in Wichita (as in any large city, Kansas City perhaps?) but there are also many locally owned restaurants, diners and dives that are wonderful if you just look around. Spend a little time here.