No traffic, no cops, no crack-heads to clean my windshield.
Because of a shop accident about thirty days ago, it has become necessary for me to shut down for awhile. I have no idea as to when I will return, if I am indeed to return at all, but that is the way it goes. First your money and then your clothes.
Oklahoma Indians are advertising their casino off the Interstate (Remember when they sat on the side of the road and sold you their trinkets? Those days are long gone). “Luck has no limits, a winner every seven seconds.” Is how the sign reads. So if this is true (which I sincerely doubt) why do we have all these expressions in our social vocabulary?
Something about summertime that stirs the imagination and invigorates the soul. Stealing off and skinny-dippin down at the Cimarron River, if mama ever knew, the lickin I would have received. Special days and times, now so precious to me.
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter. Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honey-suckle in the air, Daddy turning on the sprinkler, letting us run thru it in our underwear. Falling asleep in my Grandpa’s lap, to the sound of his pocket watch ticking in his vest. Angel Food Cake on the counter and a silver fork in my hand.
If your mirror is falling off and you don’t have a great deal of disposal income? Try duct-tape, the Silver and Gray (Alabama Chrome Plating) works just fine on a hanging mirror.
Another Peregrine Comment From The Prairie … The Happy Ending.