Flag Pole Hill is a cool little park my friends and I hung out at when we couldn’t think of anything better to do. I never knew until I got older the history behind the area. The park was built in the 1930’s and is still the highest point in Dallas. Kind of cool to think people were hanging out with friends and having picnics in the same my friends and I hung out 80 years before.
“Mich, did you hear?” “Hear what?” “Stop eating and listen to me.” “Ok, what?” “You’re never going to believe it.” “You’re probably right. Hey, give me that back.” “I will, after you hear the good news.” “Ok, what’s the good news.” “We got a gig.” “Oh my god, that’s awesome. You deserve a hug.” “Thank you very much.” “Where’s the gig?” “I can’t believe it, it’s finally happening. I knew it was only a matter of time.” “I’m so proud of you.” “Me, too.” “Where’s the gig?” “You know, you’ve always believed in me.” “Aw, I love you. Of course I believe in you.” “I love you, too.” “Where’s the gig?” “I can’t wait to see you on the front row. Wear something sexy.” “I will, but where’s the gig?”
“And, after the gig, we’ll go out and celebrity.” “Definitely, but Jeff, where’s the gig?” “Flag Poll Hill.” “Flag Poll Hill.” “Yeah, Flag Poll Hill.” “The park, where we hang out all the time and where you’ve played countless times. That’s your gig?” “Yeah.” “Who hired you?” “Mike.” “Mike?” “Yes, Mike. Stop repeating everything I say.” “Your best friend, Mike?” “Yes, what happen to supportive?” “What did he hire you to play for?” “His birthday party.” “The birthday party we planned?” “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Well, is he paying you?” “Paying me, he’s my best friend. I can’t charge him.” “So, let me get this straight. Your first gig is playing at a park we hang out at all the time for a party that we planned for your best friend for free.” “Yeah, ain’t it great.” “You’re so pretty.”
It’s still one of my favorite places in Dallas. Do you have any hangouts that have lasted since high school?
Heads up everyone, I am allowing myself one lazy post a week and this is it. I am a little worn out because of the topic – Events. I have been attending to many events lately.
April 5, 2013 – Opening Night at 
“Look at it.” Hailee pointed up at the metallic structure. “It does look like the death star.”
“No it doesn’t.” Brian tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He pushed the next door, again, locked.
It’s round, ominious.” Hailylee placed her hand on the structure. “I bet Darth Vader’s in there right now reading out thoughts.”
“Darth Vader controls thoughts, he doesn’t read them.”
Brian tried another door. Locked, “What’s so precious in there that every door has to be locked.”
“Here, let me try.” Hailee put her hand on the next door and pushed. It opened.
He grabbed her hand, “Come on.”
They walked into the structure. The energy flowed from the structure through him. It practically buzzed.
“You feel that?” Hailee said. “It’s alive. Just like the Death Star.”
Rolling his eyes, he pulled Hailyee down the corridor. Feeling the smooth metal walls along the way. They were cold to the touch. Strange considering it was 90 degrees outside.
The hall took a sudden left turn. The light from outside did not.
“I think we should go back.”
“Let’s keep going.” Several feet more, there was a faint light visible in the distance. The comfort of the light encouraged them to walk faster.
Brian dared to take his eyes away from the light for a second to make sure Hailee saw what he saw. As they drew closer, they could feel the warmth. They entered a large open space, but didn’t notice, they were mesmerized. The light, warm and inviting, bobbed up and down in the middle of the space.
Hailee reached for it, but Brian pulled her hand back. “No, don’t touch it.”
“I have to, it’s so beautiful.”
“No must not touch,” It was hard for him to articulate because every ounce of his being wanted to touch it, too.
“Why?” Hailee whispered.
“Because, we haven’t earned the right.” As soon as the last syllable left his lips, the light exploded into a thousand lights. The blinding light knocked Brian and Hailee down.
The roof parted and sun shined brightly in there eyes.
“Yes,” a voice from above said. “You have not earned the right, but you will, I promise, you will.”
Brian and Hailee laid there, on the star, basking in the greatness that is Cowboy Stadium.
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle 