Innocent Sounds

Living not too far from a grammar school, one of the neat sounds I hear is the children playing during recess. With a window open, I can hear the excited screams of a group of girls reacting to something on the play ground. Boys yelling instructions to each other, while playing baseball or some other game. I can remember back to when I was in grammar school. When finding your place among your classmates and a group to belong to meant everything. And sneaking a glance at the girls. How I wanted to be popular. How I wished I was brave enough to talk to girls. I thought Marilyn Miller was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Don't think we said a word to each other, though. Where did you go, Marilyn Miller? I wonder how many boys on today's school play ground have those same feelings and fears that I did back then. I wish I could reach out to them. Tell them it will be all right

I've Been Bitten

Happy Memorial Day Weekend to me! Something bit me on my toe and the back of my thigh. My foot is swollen. I'm watching it. If it gets too weird, off to the ER I go.
I tried to watch the Indianapolis 500 race on Sunday. It just isn't the same as in the old days. Who are most of these people? The race cars are so small, there's no place to adequately display the cars' numbers. Well, there is one good area, on the side of the car. But of course, that space is reserved for the car's main sponsor. Knowing that Danica Patrick was driving the # 16 car was useless. The best I could make out was that her car had some blue on it and the sponsor's name was Tangent, or something like that. It's too late for these guys. NASCAR is King. {spits terbaccy juice}. Yep. Sure as hell.