Are you sitting down?

What is wrong with me?What have I done?

Sit a spell and I'll tell you all about it.

I just gave something away.Something good.Something I like.

What in the world has come over me lately.

Is this what old age is about?Does it keep getting worse?

It started off innocently enough a few weeks ago.I gave something away that I really wanted.I'm talking really wanted.

It was a bag of Snickers bars someone brought me.I thought a long time after that trying to figure out what and why I did that.

Then the next day out of the blue with no reason what so ever I gave away a bag of Dum Dum candy suckers.

Dum Dums I repeat Dum Dums.

I must be suffering from some unknown diagnosed aliment because today I hit bottom.

I have reached a new low.

Sitting down yet?

Here goes.

I- I- I gave away yes Dear ones cover the children's ears...Girl Scout Cookies.

SAMONES ! Those chocolate,coconut carmel cookies.

Yes I did.I know unspeakable yes?

Maybe I have matured in my old age and have got serious about this being a diabetic thing.

Yes I say again SAMONES !

Food triangle

The food triangle.Those suggestions the people in charge or as I call them know-it-alls say to eat every day.

If I was an artiste mine would look different.

At the bottom of the triangle would be french fries,chili fries with cheese and a sack full of Krystal burgers.A good solid meal that fills.

Next on the triangle I would have hush puppies and onion rings.

Moving up our fruit section.Plum Grannies.That is the only fruit needed.Plum Grannies.

Red Velvet cake is on our next level.Just to get that needed nutrient of sugar we all need.

Top of the triangle our liquid refreshment shall be an icy cold 6 ouncer bottle of CoCola.

See who needs those expert wanna bees that take pleasure in telling us what to eat.

Be your own boss.

Wicky Wacky creek

Working in the fields on a hot sweltry day the sun beating down on the back of your neck.So thirsty it feels like your tongue has swollen the size of your fist.

Sweat running down your blistered forehead into your eyes feels like someone has splashed your face with hot salty water.

Then you see it !

Round plump and green.

A watermelon growing wild amongst the corn stalks and stinging okree.

Relief from your woes sent by God in Heaven.

Quickly with joy and glee the prize is gathered up.It's large a 20 pounder or so.Down to Wicky Wacky creek you carry your prize.Wick Wacky creek is well know for being the fastest running and coldest creek in the county.

Carefully the prize melon is lowered into the deepest,coldest part of the creek.

You wait.And wait till the work in the field is over.You watch as the blistering sun sinks lower into the western sky.

Soon.

The end of the work day is nearly over.

Dust is stirred up by barefooted feet scrambling to be the first reaching the creek.

Smiles of delight as the big,round plump ready to eat chilled by the waters of Wicky Wacky creek watermelon is busted onto the closest large rock.

End of the work day and the beginning of rest and relaxation and the cold watermelon.

Leaning up against the shade of a tall old Oak tree you think work is good but this icy cold sweet watermelon is much better.

Dude ! Wheres my flying car ?

Dude ! Wheres my flying car?

It's the year 2013 and when I was a bright eyed naive kid who believed everything I was told or read by now everyone was to be flying around in their own little personal vehicle
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They lied to us huh folks.Reading those Popular Mechanics magazines of my youth I could not wait till the day of owning and flying my personal vehicle they promised us.

I know there have been some so called flying cars but none mass produced like the Jetson's flying car that I know of and expected.

George Jetson, his wife Jane, daughter Judy and his boy Leroy I guess got theirs but where is ours?