Tres Jóvenes Amigos

Jeannie lived two doors north
and she was about six months
younger than I was; we were both
about nine; Bobby lived next door
to the south and he was about
six months older than I was; we
were about nine. I remember that
because I was nine when my family
moved and I would never see
Jeannie or Bobby again. Where we
moved to wasn’t that far away, just
a few miles, but, apparently, it
might just as well have been a
universe away. We couldn’t drive;
there was no public transportation
between the city and the suburbs,
so we said goodbye and cried and
that was that. But Jeannie and Bobby
were my two friends from the time
we could walk until my family moved.
We would stand out in front of each
other’s house and shout, “Yo, Jean-
nie–ee, do you want to come out and
play–ay?” “Yo, Bobby–ee, do you
want to come out and play–ay?”
We would watch Superman at each
other’s homes on a rotating basis
but my mother was the only mother
who let us jump off the couch like
we were able to leap tall buildings
with a single bound. I haven’t found
Jeannie or Bobby on the internet.
They come back to me when I see an
advertisement for a new Superman movie.

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