Miles’ day of fame

Becky has one of those souls that sidles up to your own and stays there, making it matter, keeping it safe and warm. A friendship with Becky is exactly what it is and as such, requires no definition to exist. She is there exactly when you need her to be and we have Becky. Kansas City, MO meandered in and out of each others lives for the past 15 years or so, leaving with no regrets, returning with no apologies. We worked together briefly in ’97 and have maintained contact off and on ever since, staying friends. We went to the same high school but not at the same time. There is an “it takes one to know one” kind of bond between those that went to Turner High School because we are our own clan. Our school belongs to it’s own one school district and most of the families are upper lower class.  The other side of the tracks surrounds us on one side and one of America’s wealthiest counties surrounds us on the other so we Turnerites never knew where it was we fit in and nobody really seemed to like us. I suppose that is our common bond and what has kept us close but Becky is the kind of person you would want to know regardless of the circumstances. I saw her on my last visit to Kansas City in April, 2011. We discovered that the last time we saw each other was at her wedding in 2004. Much has happened to both of us since then and we walked down those corridors in our mind and told each other everything over tacos. One thing that happened to Becky was her son Miles and we decided to meet up at her downtown loft while I was in town so I could meet him and take photos as we walked around downtown continuing to catch up. Miles is 4 and a total character, an old soul in the body of a boy. We hit it off immediately and the plan was for him to show me around his hood. Miles was in charge of where we went and we covered a lot of ground ending up back at their 10th floor pad on Walnut St. around dusk. Nothing compares to seeing the love that is shared between mother and child….and capturing it. There is an incredible bond between Becky and Miles and being around so much joy is never a bad thing. As I got on the elevator to go back to my life I was thankful for being a part of theirs that afternoon. And once again, Becky had made my soul smile just like she always does. The slideshows below show some of the pics from that day.

 

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