Freewheelin' Friday..Hold On Tight
I'm justa hankerin' to call this "Freewheelin' Friday," because Friday is a good day for feelin' free, drivin' your "wheels" to nowhere in particular, blowin' the stink off, relaxin', takin' a well deserved break, and preparin' yoself fo a wild and woolly weekend, brothers and sisters!!
That's not all, friends! On Friday I write Bloggadocious 222 with a, kinda, reckless abandon, that may be impossible for the uninitiated to comprehend, but not for YOU, my faithful blog readers.
Group photo of my faithful readers.
For instance, I distinctly remember when my dad bought a convertible car when I was about 3 years old, I think, and a hail storm came through St. Louis and destroyed the top! After that, a careless ash from a cigarette, inadvertently, flew into the back seat and caught it on fire, so thereafter, us kids had to sit on wooden boxes back there until dad bought a new car.
We will refer to that car as "Old Lucky," if we ever have the rare opportunity to mention it again.
What else? Oh, yeah, the time I was swimming in the river at Sam A. Baker State Park in Missouri (I think it's a river...maybe just a big creek), anyway, I did a handstand on the bottom of the river/creek, and a 4 inch piece of "bob-wire" went through my hand, right under the thumb area. It hurt!
Actual photo of location where I was skewered at Sam A. Baker State Park
My dad pulled out the wire, and my mom was gathering everybody up so I could go to the doctor for a tetanus shot. However, my old grandpa Estey was there with us, and said we should just rub some dirt on it, or axle grease, or something, and my mom (who was never at a loss for words) said "shut up you old fool," or something like that, and I got the shot.
I know that none of this makes one speck of difference in your lives, and I totally understand that. On the other hand, very shortly, the world will change into a place where simple story telling, anecdotes, off the cuff remarks, jive talkin', extemporaneous speech, impromptu language, over the fence conversations, and basic chatter will be a thing of the past. It will be replaced by electronical, politically correctigated, monitored, sterilized, government approved, safety equpped, non-hurtful speech!!
And brothers and sisters, we're about two steps away!!!
eat dirt , not for rubbing!
ReplyDeleteOkay!! Thanks, Paul!!
DeleteLol loved Sam Baker ,
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories from there, Jason! Thanks!!
DeleteAhhhh,memories! One of the great things about reading your blog is the wonderful,warm feelings you share.Nothing brings the warm fuzzy feelings of childhood back, quite like reading your memories of flaming convertibles and barbed (bobbed)wire through your finger! Sounds like an episode of Mister Rogers!
ReplyDeleteYour blog also inspires memories! I LOL'D at your Grandfather telling you to wipe some dirt in it; it brought back me getting my foot caught in the clubhouse door,and me being told to"walk it off"! Ahhhh, the good old days!
Besides your incredibly amusing wit and wonderful anecdotes, what I enjoy the most is how,in same breath,you can share a profound truth about people and the world!You are so right- not too long from now, we won't be able to open our offensive, close minded,right wing,hate filled mouths again!
I am so "LUCKY" I can immerse myself in your brilliance,now when I can,freely!Power to the underground,my friend!