The older I get the more nostalgic I become. Maybe my mortality is kicking me in my short term memory or people I know are dying too young. I want to yell "wait and see the new 3D movie to some and make me remember how funny church was" to others. At the building I'm living in, a friend is making birdhouses for us to get and decorate, then hang in the yards around the building. They will be happy doing that I suppose but I want to make a Juke Joint, dancers, band, barbecue and all. I want something to remind me of the fun Ruth and I had dancing in places we probably shouldn't have been at all.
At other times when I'd sit with friends in The Cab, Barbecue sauce would run down my chin while I gnawed away on a rib trying to keep it off my clothes, and the aftermath of dancing in places with raggedy floors filled with sawdust that clung to your stockings, well you knew it was going to be a fight to get it all off without running them, when you got home.
Three fourth of all my life's knowledge came from those nightlife places. And even when I was old enough to legally be in them, I often times told my Mother how awful some were she'd told me not to go to. She just laughed, she knew me so well, she knew I was only going to dance and probably hoped I had enough sense to stay out of the big trouble. Those were great times, like doing Halloween at 18 years of age. I honestly didn't see anything wrong with it but Mom in her wisdom told me at five foot eight, I was too old to go trick or treating anymore. I told her no I wasn't, Carl Charles was 22 and he was still going with us. I did stop though, and as it should be, that memory slipped back along side the others and now I just smile thinking of it. Maybe if I'd been shorter......................................
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