Don't wanna be Bored Ward,
Lets fly to the Moon June,
Just Hand me the cleaver Beaver,
Good Golly I miss Wally,
My name's Eddie, don't Haskell Me.
Miller's Pond, Metzger's field, Friends lake, These are all places of my child hood. By that I mean the child hood that I dream about. How nice it would be to go back to a day when the words"Family Values" actually meant something . To a day when a young boys Idea of having fun on a Saturday afternoon meant going to the creek and catching pollywogs or swinging out over the water on a rope swing. Back to a day when words like "Bad" meant "Bad" and if your pants sagged it meant that they were "TOO BIG" for you.
I remember attending an elementary school where the only we had to worry about being hit with was a dodge ball not a bullet. Oh there might have been the occasional after school fight which at my school usually took place behind the baseball backstop. These fights would usually end as soon as one of the boys got a black eye or a bloody nose and that would be the end of it. There was no Drive By shootings, maybe a Drive by Egging.
When I was about 11 or 12 years old I had a "Sting Ray" Bicycle, remember those, with the Banana seat?. Some of the neighborhood boys and I had sort of a "Sting Ray" club. Some Saturdays we would all ride our bikes up Redwood road till we came to the Christian Bros. Mt. La Salle winery. This was about a seven mile ride or so, maybe more and all up hill. Once at the top we would coast all the way back down the mountain sometimes reaching terrifying speeds. Fortunately no one was ever hurt seriously. But it was so much fun. Where the hell is H.G. Wells and his time machine when you need him? Hey Beav' Hey Wally wait for me, I'm Comin'
Friday, March 28, 2008
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