Still Burning

This is going to be a long, hot, burning summer. Catalina Island is on fire. Residents have been evacuated. Fire season has not officially begun yet. In other words, it's only going to get worse.

I remembered last night a time when I was counting on getting a part in a play at a regional theatre. I was broke, I was bored in Chicago and wanted to get out of the cold, dry air. The director as much as told me I was a shoe in, so I paid to fly to the final audition.

The part of Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird went to a young realtor. She seemed more boyish I was told later. I tried to take that as a compliment. I convinced myself that there was something else out there for me. That there was a REASON I didn't get that part. I just knew that I would go back home and over that same time period, something better would come along for me.

It didn't.

Nothing happened. Nothing bad, nothing good. Nothing.

Sometimes things happen for a reason and sometimes they just happen.

Sometimes a car represents a car.

Sometimes death represents death. There is no phoenix, no rebirth. Just dark, scorched earth where life used to be.