The long, long week-end

"Ooooooh.......ice..........cream...... " the chic in black leather purred from the table. Her eyes steadied, locked with ours, as we ambled by. We nodded hello's, southern style, and raised our beers. Clink! She didn't blink. She purred. Stretched her legs out, siamese cat style, from under the shadow of the umbrella...

"She likes you, baby" ...I laughed

"She likes you, baby".... he laughed.


Two more steps and we were lost in a sea of bikers. Beer and leather everywhere. No Tequila Sunrises , Bloody Marys, Gin and Tonics.....just a sea of leather boots, stub-nosed, at the best....bottled beers ....and tainted tattoos.

I swam in it. Bask in their Cher and Sam Elliott ambience. They stared at us. Him with his groomed "he's such a nice boy" looks and me, hippiesque and smiling. But there was something Woodstocky here. The way they all bonded together, swayed together, drank together, clanking empty bottles. The way they smiled. The way their laughter rose like smoke rings over the orchestra of revving engines. I liked it.

Hours later we wandered back through the blue-jeaned, black booted crowd, hugging our last beers. She stretched her leg out one more time on our way back..... " ice cream" she whispered.


Pinching my belt loops and leaning in...his words brushed my Sunday afternoon cheek..... "I'm your ice cream man, baby"...


It's Friday.



I'm standing in the drive-way, rolling the crumpled dollar....listening for the rinky dink music..... waiting on the ice cream truck...

Dear John....

Once upon a time….

I lived another life. I dressed up and paraded around in pointy toed high heels and wore perfumed matching pantsuits and pretended to be an Administrator. And then I woke up one day, hacking and coughing from the Channel #5, with bunions on my toes, and pulled my T-shirts out of the closet and my love beads out of my bra…and said “This is Me…”

He didn’t fire me.

He cringed a little. Grimaced, maybe. Feigned annoyance in my direction. Held his breath and prayed it would pass.

It didn’t.


Once upon a time…
You lived another life.
That was then and now is now.

Cringe a little. Grimace. Feign a little annoyance in my direction. Hold your breath and pray it will pass.

It won’t.

You’ve danced in the kitchen…..

I'll Just Keep Floating......

"This is not the end, nor the beginning of the end, but, perhaps.....the end of the beginning".....

I've toted that quote with me for a zillion years...
kept it in my back pocket, the center console of the car, the bottom of bottomless purses....

I've scribbled it in diaries, on bathroom walls, and borrowed books....

The words are weighted, heavy, good.

Suddenly important.

Just give me peace..... Until then, I'll just keep floating....

Fairytales always end....

With the same two words... The End.

Funny , isn’t it? That after hundreds of years no one has come up with a better line. Oh Yeah, sometimes it is preceded by the infamous silly little line… “and they all lived happily thereafter:” Abruptly followed by “The End”.


Good thing I’m not a fairytale writer, a Harlequin novelest….

I might have changed history....


To be continued……..