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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
It was just one of those days that I knew I had to write something whether it made sense or not. But, realize here, my whole life hasn’t made any sense so if this doesn’t, it’s nothing knew. My life has been one rolling uproar. You see, I was innocent back then. There was, (I’ll call him) Sal. Hot lipped Italian that all the girls went flip over because he was so funny. He didn’t have to say anything; those laughing eyes would break the whole homeroom into giggles. The funny thing is that he thought he was a stud, but he was just too cute for that title. I never had any interest there, but, I wouldn’t--I was oblivious to the dating thing, even though I had a steady a few years back (Thank God, that ended! He died of coronary disease at forty, leaving behind a wife and baby.) Back to the Italian, oh yeah. One evening after graduation I got a phone call, a deep low voice. Of course, with Mom right at my sleeve, it was a little difficult to be discreet over the phone. He wanted to me to go to the park with Jeff and his girl. No problem. I loved to go walking over the Indian trails. It’d be a thrill after the week of mourning I’d gone through. (Yeah, Grandma had died the last day of high school.) I needed to get out. Sure, I’d go to the park with Jeff and his gal. First surprise, when Sal came to pick me up in the “cool" truck, I was a little surprised because I hadn’t ever seen this Jeff before, let alone his Abby. No big deal. We’d go to the park, probably have to sneak under the gate, but afterall, I was freshly graduated! I could handle that! Those trails sounded fun! Second surprise. “Where is this park?” The guys laughed. Shortly after dusk rolled into dark, the truck turned left off the gravel road. We were finally there. Well, I could see that the trails would be challenging ‘cause there was just a little thread of moonlight. Then it dawned on me. There wasn’t a sign at the entrance and there was nothing but weeds hidden among erosion. I had been had! First, no Jeff (or at least the Jeff I trusted) and now, no park. What in the heck did Sal have on his mind? “Ohhhhh dear!” It wasn’t “Do you want to gooooo to the park? It must have been, “How’d you like to go park?” Now, let’s start this thing over here. I’m out there, with two people who could be mass murderers as far as I knew, and a hot lipped Italian (of whom I never sampled.) Maybe, I could distract him by changing the subject. .. “Nice weather we’re having” didn’t do the trick. “Um, who did you say that Jeff is?” “Ah, a neighbor…” (safe--probably not a mass murderer…) “What? ?? Front seat or the bed of the truck? Who do you think I am?” He smiled and sprang lots of fluff talk. “Ok, I understand… He’s your best bud and he’d be a little ticked if we left now…Ok, we’ll sit in the front and listen to the radidio. They can do whatever one does back there. No way am I going out there!” Yep, I learned the definition of “Rock and Roll” right up on top of that hill, hoping not to roll down unexpectedly. “Hey, you guys, settle down--the truck’s going roll.” About that time, I felt his arm spiderin’ around my shoulders. “OH, this is bad! No privacy? And in a bouncing buggy to boot?” I don’t think Sal was getting’ my sweet little message, cause his hand crept a little further, this time trying to find its way in space. “Utttt OH! That does it! Down boy!” After a lot of explaining how I had misunderstood about the “going to THE Park”, Sal broke the news to Jeff. “Sorry, guys… I don’t mean to ruin everything, but….” Everyone hauled back into the truck, Jeff turned the key, and we were ready to thresh wheat on that hill. “Er,ER,er, grrrerrr.” The engine? “Oh, we left the radio on too long!” One good thing happened out of my park experience. Sal and Jeff had chosen a veryyy secluded spot far from civilization. To start the truck, they had a lonnnng walk and a lottt of explaining to do at 2:00 a.m. as to why they were caught crawling into the house through the windows. "And by the way, Son, where'd you leave the truck?" After all of that, I bet they needed a colddd shower! Believe it or not, Sal and I became great buds during that graduation summer. But, I don’t understand why he never asked me to go to the park again! [This message has been edited by Sadelite (06-23-2004 09:47 AM).] |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Sadie -- I read this to Abby on the phone and she thought the story was pretty silly! Oh....those days......  |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
jo, Do you remember the situation or had you already moved away? Honest, I thought the whole time we were going to the parK. Where did innocence go? I have several stories like this. One at Ohio State where I thought someone wanted me to walk on a cadavera (is that the way you spell it); I thought that was a rather strange tradition for anyone, so I avoided him at all costs. It dawned on me later, that he was a foreign med student who I had misunderstood his language/speech. I really thought the guy was wacked. Apparently he was willing to show me the behind the scenes view of the medical profession, how they "work" on cadaveras. I honestly envisioned some cult walking on cadaveras! Can you believe how innocent, gullible, and naive and stupid I was? Tell Abby about this one! She'll get a laugh at my stupidity! Cathy |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
LOL...oh, do I have a story for you.... |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Sunshine, Fire when ready Gridley! misc'e |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Cathy, Entertaining write. Seems you have sparked some memories. We'll wait and see... If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Larry, Just times of innocence have been sparked. Crazy times! cathy |
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