An Encounter With A Black Dog
The problem with
trying to recount an event that happened darn near sixty years ago
is that time tends to blend reality and fantasy together. I'll tell
what I remember but whether or not that is actually what happened,
well, Dear Reader, I leave such discretion up to you.
An Appalachian
childhood, especially pre-Deliverance, is a precious thing, most certainly when those years straddle the transition into modern
media. Television was a relatively new thing in those Eisenhower
years, but the movies were the palpably real thing-- full of stars,
stories, and not too much color. The neighborhood boys around
Ratcliffe Cove spent those long summer days making creek swimming
holes, hunting snakes, and riding bikes.