Was jest a
thank'n bout one of my favorite subjects, Girls. Recollect a time
(1959) after arriving in the nations capital that I met this lovely
child at the U.S. Employment Agency. We were both actively seeking
employment. I must have been seeking sumthin' else 'cause we had a
date right after my first payday. Thought I was doing it up brown
when I squired her, on the D. C. Transit System (bus), for an entire
day of swimming at Glen Echo Park. Would have cost about fifty cents
each for the day back then. Subsequent to this elaborate outing we
disembarked from the bus at the L Street Dinner (real nice place,
looked kind of like an Air Stream trailer.) She ate with me (could
have been she was jest hungry) but belittled my taste in dining
establishments. I wary stated that that place deserved at least five
stars because my dates were normally treated to a Pepsi at the
Alderson Snack Shack which I knew to be a four star restaurant.
Money always was a problem associated with those darn girls.
Recall a
time (circa 1949) when Barry Worrell (a/k/a Fields) and I needed
money to sport a couple of lovelies to the Alpine (movie theatre.)
Being born entrepreneurs, we stole sugar and a package of grape Kool
Aid from Beth, his Mommy, (wonder who we liberated the Dixie cups
from) and set-our stand up using a cardboard box on the sidewalk at
the entrance stairs to the beauty shop. Thangs were a goin' real
well what with us catching the customers both going up to Beth's
Beauty Shop and into Smith's Rexall Drug Store. Ole Dr. Smith just
couldn't stand this stiff competition. So here he comes jest a
stomping up and yelling that we are infringing upon his soda
fountain business, we got no operating license, we liable to poison
someone and get out of there! We 'loud as how we had as much right
to that sidewalk as he did. One could say that he disagreed cause he
said we could discuss this matter with Sam Meads (the town cop who
even I couldn't out cuss or out fight) or he'd have H.R. Ayres (his
employee, one of the big boys - I didn't think I could whip him
either) jest kick our little tails if we didn't quickly depart. He
must have made believers of us cause we moved on down in front of
Mick er Macks grocery store but didn't do anything like as well on
this site. Bet it was Carol Shelton ole Barry was hankering to take
what wit her having been the girl of his dreams. Can't recall if we
got those girls to the movies or not.
A while
back Norma Ratliff reminded me about being such a cheap date. Said
all I eber did was take her to the Alpine theater (circa 1956) and
buy her a pack of good n' plenty. I should have told her that today
if I was to send a limo to pick her up in Manassas Park, go to
Dulles Airport, board the Concord, fly to Paris France for dinner
and back that I would be spending much less on a comparative basis
(considering today's annual income and net worth with that of an
Alderson High School student) than our dates cost back then. Well,
what you thank?
P.S. I
gave some of the people mentioned in the Rabbit Hunting Story an
opportunity to edit it prior to publication. Afterwards Beaver said
to tell everyone that he didn't throw or kick any dogs. It must have
been me. He didn't deny the profanity though. My wife wants to edit
some too. She said it wasn't azaleas; it was a poinsettias plant in
lieu of fresh rabbit.
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