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Driving back from my Mom's house today, 127 miles, Port Richy, Florida to Orlando. Nothing but Jesus and Florida football and Rush replays on the radio. Thinking, mind wanders...
Sitting at the breakfast table with a long time ago girl friend circa: 1978 She's reading the classifieds in the paper and says to me... "Oh, look! A All Kite Whale Mitten"! I don't recall what my response was to that, but I do recall she took a pen and circled something and slid the paper over to me... Of course the thing she circled read... "All White Male Kitten". Looking up at her she was smiling and she said, "sometimes my brain sees funny things". "That's why your with me" I said. I think that's when she spit milk out of her nose.
Did I mention she was absolutely a freaking knockout and loved loud music, football, cooking and sex. And I fucked it up and lost it. Later on she married a three time Super Bowl winning player with the Pittsburgh Steelers. Talk about a step up!
She took me to my first play, my first opera, A Clockwork Orange, and a ride at an amusement park that literally made me sick with "Heart - Barracuda" screaming in the background.
Sometimes you remember shit like this, in a average life, when you think back when you were young and nothing really was all that important in the big scheme of things.
I'm glad I remember her. She was Polish. She was 6 foot and insanely strong and you would punch your mama out if you saw her in a short skirt. She was a knockout. She made me my first cup of borscht.
Memories. They are a beautiful thing.
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