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just hours back
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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just hours back my wife wanted to know where I'd been and if I got the things she needed and why was I so late and that's when I told her about this time warp that blew into town a few hours back and I was fortunate enough to hazard the old street rods cruising the few roadways we have time appeared to run together and astonishingly I found it a lot harder to distinguish the borders between the generations as time shifts beyond of course it was different the cars then still had 4 barrel carbs petroleum hadn’t heard of Nixon & also the music and dancing beat to a boogie woogie driving four on the floor rhythm that you just had to shake a leg and get into the cadence or move on over from passing lane and the slow ballads were as smooth as the tears on the fins of that shiny “58” Caddy just pullin' out of the towns car wash my heart was pumpin' with excitement maybe even more than that since I hadn't such pulses running through these veins for some while now but somehow somethin' was just out of place and that was when I glanced down on my farm coveralls and it was right then I realized I needed some threads for the episode and it made all the difference in the world too the pegged pants had to have an on-the-go relaxed fit my dirty white T-shirt with Nike logos had to be replaced with a bright Hawaiian variation worn outside the pants & the pompadour was just a far distant reminisce and the girls (well, I still call 'em girls) were still just as cute in their poodle skirts or capri pants and bobby sox as days of yore about then I looked in the rearview mirror to recall that I'm a little over the years & a grandpa myself and the old Dodge Van looked somewhat out of place as maybe did I but I fixed my little remainin' gray anyway as I pulled out of Wally World's parking lot decked the role and feelin' fine while the local radio station played music as nostalgic as the cars drifting by plus some hi-octane spirit had seized control and where and why the time had completely gotten away I'll never know and the reason for going to town vanished and moreover I got to thinkin' about you and my blood sugar was running low plus feelin' dazed and famished and I'm really sorry honey but was there somethin' I was supposed to know Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
You've packed it all in here sweetie!! SO good to read you again... *now don't be tellin stories on your sweet wife!!* tsk tsk  very effective format by the way...  Take care!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... [This message has been edited by devina (06-03-2002 06:33 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale She loves ya..I know, but darn...don't know if she's gonna believe that sort of yarn...I didn't...but it was fun anyway! Give Rosemary a hug for me. |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Ah, this one gave me a smile! You write such rascally writings! - with love, your wife |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ Sounds like a good 'story' ... and if I were you ... I'd be sticking to it~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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