The year was 1959

[stilltrucking]

the girl was beautiful
We were in love
this song was
Playing on the AM radio
of a green 1959 Plymouth convertible

Was that as happy as I have ever been in my life?
I think so.

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[stilltrucking]

If I could flip it to the other side

1962, or 1963, or 1974, or 1984.

for emotional pain

I don't know yet if I will top those years for pain.

But I do not think

I am almost positive that it will never be better than 1959.

But mostly life is good for me now.

But not exciting enough so I keep smoking.

[constantine]

always liked that song. they played it on the ocean liner on the way to greece when i was four years old. good memory for me too. i'd walk a mile for '59

[stilltrucking]

I used to like that saying about everything happening twice. I thought if was Marx but later I found out it was Hegel who said it.

Trouble with me is I can't tell what is happening to me. Sometimes it is a farce, and sometimes it is a tragedy but it takes me thirty years or more to figure out which it was.

The summer of 1972 on the portico of the Sproul Hall. The anthropolgoy building on he mall of the University Of Maryland in College park.

A sudden storm, we both soaked, our faces wet, I kissed the rain drops on her lips. I think now it started as farce and ended as tragedy. I should have kissed my horse and rode off into the sunset and she should have gone back to her husband.

I want you to wear my orange sweater, the one with the scarlet letter.


thanks for stopping by and reading and making a comment.

Always an honor for me
to hear from you.

[constantine]

the honor is mine. i always enjoy our conversations; hope to meet you one day. perhaps in baltimore. i'll buy you a corned beef from weiss' deli.

[constantine]

hey jack, did you know that russian couple who had that fresh killed chicken place on lombard street? i can still see them in my head and the chicken smell too!

[stilltrucking]

You ever see an old woman walking up Caroline Street carrying live chickens? Probably my grandmother on her way to Jewtown to have their throats slit by the kosher butcher dude you are talking about.

Yeah that smell oh my.