robert wayne blackburn

Robert Wayne Blackburn  He had a grin that could light up the world and two dimples that could persuade the most unconsuming to flattery. “I think I am going to Morocco or something,” he replied. Clearly, I was unaccustomed with his way of life and shocked by such a statement. For those of you who don’t know, flying to Morocco for a job opportunity was only something the privileged in Connecticut would have the ability to say. As he left with his skateboard in hand, I thought to myself, “Fuck.”  And just like a fool I was foolishly in love. Yet, there was no way I was going to tell this Morracon Prince with his Dad’s credit card that he was my one and only,  even if he looked beautiful on a skateboard.  We would meet in the park and take night walks staring at the moon. We would walk around our neighborhood and tell jokes, and every night I knew he took the long route just to walk by my apartment in case he caught a glimpse of me that night. In many respects, I think...