Late Bloomed

Cockeyed optimists

Little Miss Sunshines

Played in yards–with

White picket fences

Puberty knocked

Nobody answered

Social awkwardness

Became closest friend

Bony ankles popped

With every step

Mom was usually right

Which meant someone

Else was usually wrong

Southern fried pies

Blue skies forever

Revivalists, cynics

What else was new?

 

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First Cars & Other Ramblings

Nature’s humidity blanket got kicked off sometime last night.  Coolest morning temps since last spring.

Max, the Wonder Dog, agreed and went on our long walk this morning.  He made up for lost time by refreshing scent markings at every turn.  It was nice, not to be drenched in perspiration, for a change.

What do you remember about your first car?  Was it a hand-me-down old clunker or beater brought back from the dead?  Did you give it a nickname?  Perhaps Green Hornet, Silver Streak, Old Blue, or the Batmobile?

Only on television did older brothers hand down their classic muscle cars.  Latest rendition on “Bluebloods”–Jamie inherited his late brother’s classic, big-block, Chevelle Super Sport; sacrificed in the name of episodic wretched excess.

My first car was a hulking, full-size Ford, Custom four-door sedan.  Nothing sexy or dramatic about it–just good dependable, point A to point B transportation.  Wonder of wonders, it had power steering and air conditioning.  That was luxurious in those days.

The three-speed stick shift, “three on the tree,” had overdrive to go with it.  A single dashboard speaker blasted the latest top 40 hits from the AM radio.  Only bonafide car nuts, like myself, will appreciate the irony of Plymouth hubcaps on a Ford.

Rodney Dangerfield Tribute

If the late, great, old-school comedian were still here–he might have this to say.

“No respect…I get no respect.  Went to the Kentucky Derby–bet on this horse to win.  I shoulda known better.  What kind of name is Nyquil for a horse–anyway?  It fell asleep at the finish line.  …Pa–rump, bump…”

 

–Image, http://www.rollingstone.com/

Modern Suburban Fable #5

Bent over grannies with bloomers

Woodsmen that chopped

Wood, with the wind

Concrete frogs, lizards with bright painted spots

Colored rocks, fake boat docks

Red birds, blue birds, and one strange

Bird–that looked a lot like a buzzard

Front lawn props that outdid Disney’s Small World

It was rumored there were still more to come

Pieces of the past–flags, patriotic streamers

An old man’s memories of good times

That should have lasted longer

Begged to be understood