Ain’t Misbehaving?

Waited to back out of a parking space. Cars on both sides, right and left. Since some recent fender-benders, my awareness is heightened.

In particular, the car on the left, sported out-of-state license. If it mattered, from the largest northeastern state. I was in the process of backing out.

The white-haired, senior female driver, exited her car, opened the right, rear door with a thud against my car. Then held up my backing out while she unloaded material from the back seat.

“Why hadn’t I inspected my car for damage?” Asked my wife. The guilty party took up all the space between the two cars, made my exit nearly impossible. No damage was found, later.

With the family, a few years ago, at Disney World, we waited in a long line to enter the Tower Of Terror.  There were people from all over the US, and from other countries.

After almost an hour in Florida heat and humidity, “What are you looking at?  Stop staring at me!” Came unexpectedly from someone in the crowd–directed at my wife.  I didn’t let it go.  Would have been worse, had she been called the “B” word.

“I don’t know why you’re picking on my wife–or what kind of game you’re playing.  She’s the sweetest person in the world, mother of three, grandmother of four.  Aren’t we all here to have a good time?  Everybody’s tired of waiting.”

Tower of Terror compressed and decompressed my spine in rapid succession.  I felt like a human concertina.  This was supposed to represent a hotel elevator gone out of control.  I was glad when it all ended.

A recent news story about an airline passenger berating seat mates for being overweight, caught my attention. It would not have made the news, had the complainer, not made a public scene. Which resulted in the offender being asked to leave the flight.

Are there that many of us so starved for attention? So much so, that common decency is ignored? I’ll admit to being occasionally annoyed by bad behavior. I try to keep my mouth shut unless physically threatened.

Some Catching Up To Do

Another birthday came and went. Birthday cakes aren’t large enough to hold the required number of candles.

The younger set is impatient to age, the older set wishes aging would slow down.

Visited with friends over a long weekend. Many enjoyable highlights. Scars from last year’s tragic fires were still present in Gatlinburg and Smoky Mountain NP.

Ridges covered with bare trees, stark skeletons of burned-out homes and cabins. Hilltops bulldozed over–some decided to rebuild, others took insurance settlements, and left.

Went deep undercover in Tennessee Vols country Saturday.  No one was the wiser.  Faithful fans cheered for positive yardage; fell silent during penalties in a very lackluster game with UMass.

The two mutts were glad to be released from incarceration at the kennel on our return.  Their lockup due to their incompatibility with felines.

One morning in the restroom, I was startled when one of the male cats jumped from behind the shower curtain.  The other, growled from concealment.  Thankfully, the conflict didn’t escalate, while I was in a compromised position.

Max and Maggie would be disappointed to know, while they were kenneled, we were visiting with cats.  It will remain a secret.

Never Saw It Coming

Annoying jaw pain required the attention of both my dentist and doctor this past April.

There weren’t many things worse than toothaches.

Rain and thunderstorms hit just as I was leaving the dental clinic.  It wasn’t what I expected.

Today was my six-month dental checkup.

Dentists and doctors knew a lot about us. Including what we had for dinner last night.

They knew, whether or not we would follow doctor’s orders, from past history.

I did better on dental hygiene this time, but the hygienist put me in my place by saying, “there was still room for improvement.”

Having no cavities was good enough for me.  I’m promised to do better.

Turn Down Day

As a teen, the sixties rock band–The Cyrkle wasn’t a favorite.  They were contemporaries of the Beatles–never as popular.

“Turn Down Day” struck a chord as an anthem to nonconformity. Perhaps an ode to late night revelers that slept till noon the next day?  “Red Rubber Ball,” shall I compare thee to the bright summer sun?  No way–it wasn’t my groove.

I like to think remembering details from childhood is more a sign of my OCD tendencies, than senility.  There were several “hometowns” during these early years, as my father changed careers.

There were kids that stood out from the crowd–remembered because they seemed world-wise beyond their years; were bullies or neighborhood troublemakers.  Johnny Farkas, from Miss Kramer’s, Garfield School first grade class, in Canton, Ohio–why did I remember your name?

In Greenville, it was the Graves brothers.  During the early fifties, they terrorized my older brother with tales of Russian invasions.  They took advantage, hogtied him to a tree, with the warning, “When the noon fire siren blew, the Russians were coming to get him.”

The McNamara brothers lived next door in southwest Canton, Ohio.  They had things we didn’t have–a television, and BB guns.  The father, apparently had, had some run ins with the law.

In tiny Medora, IL there was a family at the end of the block with a brood of feral, firebrand children.  The youngest boy was three, roamed the neighborhood in his diaper–if he wore clothes at all.  He could typically be found on their front porch smoking smelly cigars.

Why did some of these little geniuses have all the answers about birds-and-bees?  Not that the information given was accurate.  Repeating their risqué jokes risked being overheard, and subsequent punishment.  Were you one of those guys–Johnny Farkas?

 

Saturday Faces…

The new, now generation

Went about their business

At car washes, laundromats

Faithless and faithful

Proclaimed mantras

Of brashness, impatience

Disrespected, objects of disrespect

Not all of them deserved

Refused to stay kids forever

Some went back where they came from

Some to where they belonged

Telephone Salvation (Encore Presentation)

seance 2

One size fits all, misfits

Screamed, indulge me!

Make me happy!

Boys from Possum Junction

Veronicas from Pecatonica

Sat around the parlor table

In a séance, for miscreants

Conjured spirits, of

Recently departed ambitions

Contemplated, turning points

Of contention, where, how, when

Relationships went askew

Deliberations, starved

For attention

Couldn’t make up, for

What, wasn’t there

Folded arms–a few stifled yawns later

Cautious glances, at watches

Last words, soon forgotten

Boredom ended, with

Telephone salvation

A Great Divide

Why does my dog hate it when I sneeze?

With the Holidays fast approaching, I can’t get with it today.

My laptop quit working with Wi-Fi four days ago.  I’ve tried everything.  The dinosaur PC’s worked just fine.

On the way to gas up the car, noticed something road-killed.  Why did I look?  It was a fawn, recently hit by a car, the look of frozen fear still in its eyes.

Why do I let things go for far too long and then overcompensate?

Washed the car in shorts and T-shirt, temperature in mid-seventies.  In a few days, it will be no warmer than freezing in the upper Midwest.  I’m enjoying this while I can.

Christmas at the beach would be pleasant compared to drifting snow and howling winds.

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