So Floyd, there is a circle of life. This evening I took a break from
beach fishing on Columbia Beach to check the parking lot. A local high
school football star rattled his modern jalopy up to Shirley's Kitchen
to romance Shirley's granddaughter who was working the second shift,
flipping Shirley burgers. She is a blond dish that would churl your
toes, a real cheerleader's cheerleader. I pass by in time to see him
try to sit on her lap face to face, but she pushes him off when she sees
me. True lust, I think, and then it dawns on me that 48 years ago I was
that football player trying to cop a feel off my blond cheerleader
girlfriend.
The boy was leaving, and I gave him the short version my youthful
comparison to his situation. "Life is short" I said, "in fifty years
you will remember some old guy reminding you of that fact, and you will
remember me." He gave me a blank look.
Every generation has to relearn the facts of life.
B