realize that your children are
off living their own lives.
After that revelation, you must
next accept that go-forward
they become "guests" whenever
they visit. Like long lost relatives
you feel the connection. And yet,
one can't help but be amazed at
the poise, grace, and charm these
oddly familiar creatures display.
When Margaret, my youngest
visits, I marvel that the beautiful
woman in my home
was once my little girl.
During a recent visit, we opted
to dine out. While I dressed,
I looked into the mirror and
thought "Not bad." Suddenly
I heard Margaret shouting
"Hurry up Dad!" We rushed
to catch the elevator just as
the door closed. Suddenly
in it's reflection stood reality.
Glorious youth adjacent to a
corpse awaiting the embalmer.What happened?!
What's even odder is that
within our time warp haze
we're still cool.
secrets of an ill spent youth. We all
have stories to tell that we only know.
I recently came across a tome on
Amazon entitled "A Lusty Romance".
Within it's pages the dedication reads -
For Cynthia Vaiden
Santa Barbara, Jan.-Feb. 1970.
Could this be "our" Cynthia?
The eternal renegade who recently battled and overcame cancer? Too cool!
just as cool, only smarter.
Now that's cool!
If that is you in
"A Lusty Romance",
be cool and tell
Pinky (and me)
at the beginning