Saturday Night

By Don Dussault

April 17, 2017

Saturday Night

Every day I flash on scenes and sounds of Fallujah. There are ways of grounding them. Every Saturday evening I put on my best jacket and roll out to my car and fold the wheelchair and place it on the backseat and get behind the wheel and the hand controls and drive five miles out of my small town to the dance hall on the lake. When I roll up to the front double doors and pull out my billfold, the cashier won't let me pay. I park along the wall at the back, and neighbors and high school friends come over and talk with me. They update me on what's happening with them and folks we know, and they tell me the latest jokes and we talk baseball or football until I remind them they came here to dance and make out. I listen to the music and watch people dancing and after an hour, not to be a downer, I roll out the back door to the boardwalk and look at the black lake and the zillions of stars for a while and hope I'll see a shooting star and then I roll back to the parking lot and drive home feeling pretty good, most Saturday nights.

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/hope I'll see a shooting star/
Lovely.
Andrea FiskRotterman at 8:20am EDT - April 17, 2017
I love where this scene leads me. Very nicely written.
Hayley at 10:17am EDT - April 17, 2017
I love the construction of this piece. Like an unusual home with a surprising room or two.
Suzanne Farrell Smith at 10:22am EDT - April 17, 2017
Moving piece. I like the gentle forthrightness.
Abby Frucht at 10:43am EDT - April 17, 2017
I just love this. You know there's pain and frustration, but the writer focuses on music, friends and beauty. Thank you.
Sue Lick at 8:04pm EDT - April 17, 2017
It's easy to see why they would spend time chatting with you.
Polly at 9:25pm EDT - April 17, 2017
Thank you, Don, for sharing this beautiful piece with us. Those few words are so full of meaning. I am sorry for your loss. Thank you for your service. Best wishes.
Vana Plaisance at 10:26pm EDT - April 17, 2017
Terrific piece. Fierce and tender.
Grace Mattern at 9:26am EDT - April 18, 2017
Don,
I feel like I'm across the table from you, listening to your simple words - and the next moment, I'm at the dance hall by the lake. And I'm rolling in that chair. I'll be thinking of that best jacket all day. Thank you.
Mary at 10:21am EDT - April 18, 2017
Love the simple straightforwardness in front of the complexity riding underneath. And how you pulled me into and then rendered the scene. I was there, I could see the dance hall and the lake and the stars. Thank you.
Joanne at 9:03am EDT - April 20, 2017
Lovely piece. (and thank you River Teeth editors)
Jayne Martin at 12:46pm EDT - April 20, 2017


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