I Digresss

Forgive me while I digress for a few moments. I ate lasagna and have the wheat-based melancholy which accompanies it. This is not a melancholy post, per say, but my mind is traveling.

I was thinking today of starting a new story*. As I was doing I need a protagonist. I usually use the name Devon. Devon was the first boy I remember having a crush on. It was in 2nd and 3rd grade, and we were fast friends. We played "Man from U.N.C.L.E" a lot in the school yard. Devon, dark hair and darkish tan skin, played Napoleon Solo and I, blond and blue-eyed, played Illya Kuryakin.

Oddly I never found Robert Vaughn, the original Solo, to be handsome at all. And David McCallum's forehead was too big. But these were tiny points at the time.

Anyway, Devon and I hung out for a long time. I even joined the boy scouts because Devon was in them.

In the new one, both Henry Cavil and Armie Hammer are stunning.

So the use of the name, Devon, is based on some long lost muscle memory. I used to spin around every time I heard the name Devon back in the 1980s. But the name has since become quite popularish and it no longer even reverberates. 

I find that a bit sad. He's probably like me now. Older, fatter, married and hopefully as happy as I am. I am cursed, a bit, because I can remember some people and times so clearly. Sometimes I write about them so I can forget them. Happily convinced that the person is now memorialized, at least for me, I can let them go.

But of Devon, you see, I don't want to let go. I had a crush on Devon before my parents divorced and my life turned into something so unlike anyone else's. I love the occasional flash of remembering how I felt, young and confused but happy with a friend. There was never anything sexual about our friendship, I mean we were seven. But it was a funny, fuzzy feeling.

I never liked guns, but I liked a radio or camera that turned into a gun!

* About time - yes, yes I HEAR you!