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Youth is a circumstance you can't do anything about. The trick is to grow up without getting old. -- Frank Lloyd Wright
First... before you even read this.. click on this link and close your eyes.. and for those of you out of puberty and well on the road of maturity and responsibility .. listen with your heart and let every beat and note of this song fill your body.. starting at your toes...(even you Esteban... I've not had a moment to write until now.. email due shortly)
Steppenwolf
The setting is St. Martha's bazaar on Sunday evening after a long, hot and bee stung day.. it started as any other time at the bazaar's. I didn't feel like cooking for myself and called Ms. Betty to ask if she wanted to join me in repast at the church grounds.. good food, made by good people for a great price and the proceeds go to the church.
I sit myself down with my pulled pork BBQ samich next to Ms. B and the band (Glen Hess Band) starts playing.. with the very first note the lead guitar played hit.. I felt the electricity. They started slow with some pop songs.. and then, then, after their first short time out.. they returned ... full of food and some beer no doubt.. perhaps many of those there brews.
They picked up their instruments (and I am talking about the musical ones.. so get those frikken minds outta the gutter and focus). I felt the difference.. frikken A.. .they are playing Led Zep.. Whole Lotta Love... See it.. and hear it...I am so frikken hooked... damn.. I close my eyes and can feel the first strum of the lead guitar in the bottom of my feet.. the electric charge is slowly travelling along the bottom of my foot and starts it tapping.. and moves on up slowly and rests in my chest for a while .. resuscitating my heart. Now my arms are beating on the table and my head is bopping and the rest of me dancing in my seat.
From the moment the note started the rifts and zippers I closed my eyes and for that time that the band played these songs of my youth, I was taken back .. back in time to the days when I was dancing with Imper in Tippers GoGo (this was a non-alcoholic bar for the younger group) in Archbald. Now you have to have a little history.. this boy, this young man child could dance his frikken fine bee-hind off to make anyone watch. His longer curly dirty blonde hair is illuminated by the yellow and red blinking lights and the mustache is filling with the sweat pouring off him while he gyrates across the floor.. I keep in sync with his steps and we are grovin.. babeee .. grovin...
Somewhere, all the wonder and excitement of my youth filled me again while listening to this kick azz band at St. Martha's and when they accentuated their last note I found myself on my feet whistling like the hippie chick I was. And I could almost swear I felt transformed back to the granny glasses and hip hugger wide leg bell bottoms.
They thanked me for the standing ovation and this continued for about three more of their trip down my memory lane.. next up was Blackfoot's... Too Hard to Handle.. Uh Huh and then the Stones... Brown Sugar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FDBBzp7bdg&feature=relatedYep, yep, yup.. you get the picture ..
And for that evening, the older body of this gal with some of the aches and pains of aging, was reborn into one that wanted to dance and dance it did. A lady that was sitting close by came over and told me "woman, you HAVE GOT TO get up and dance, elst you are gonna rock your azz off the bench", so I did and with that movement came the memories of a girl full of piss and vinegar who was really taken with the mustached young man, king of #9 hill .. as I was his "woman" and he was my "man" and make no mistake about it .. no one could have reached that lofty pinnacle we were dancing upon.
Summers and memories.. what a combo... y'all enjoy yourself as much as I did .. c'here?
and of course gramps, I'll not forget you.. GETTING A HAIR DRYER THROUGH CUSTOMS!
A distinguished young woman on a flight to Ireland asked the Priest beside her, 'Father, may I ask a favor?'
'Of course. What may I do for you?'
'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?'
'I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie.'
'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare.'
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?'
'I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused.'
Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father.’
Like I said: the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!
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