If you want me to summarize part one of this trip, go back
and read it.
6 dragged his butt out of bed, not to the sounds of silence,
or even to birds singing in the background, but to the sound of hair dryer
running. 6 woke up fell out of bed, dragged a comb cross his head, (notice 6
did not say he was combing his hair, he was actually scratching his head),
found his way downstairs to grab a cup of de-calf, looking up 6 noticed that no
one had yet started to pack, found the bread and grabbed the PBJ, made the
samichches in seconds flat, found my way outside to grab a smoke, someone spoke
and 6 went into a dream. I saw the hall way today oh boy, four thousand bags of
cloths to stuff in the old truckster, and although the bags were rather small,
6 had to pack them all, now we know how many bags it takes to fill the
truckster. 6 would love to fly there
next year. I read the news today oh boy, about a lucky family who fit 10 tons
of junk into a truckster, although the family was rather squished, well 6 just
had to laugh because 6 had plenty room. 6 saw a long line of traffic, he blew his
stack, he did not notice that it was Saturday morning and everyone from
Washington DC north was headed to the beach, the crowd of people in the car
just sat there and stared, they’d seen this situation before, nobody was really
sure if 6 was going to flip out again or not. There was a wise person in the
crowd, she made 6 stop for gas, because he was on “E”, she ran across the street
and bought 6 a whopper and fries, and all of a sudden all was well. 6 saw a
film today oh boy, the truckester finally pulled into Newton farms, the crowds
of people just turned away, but 6 just had to shout for joy, having finally
made it to paradise.
When 6 was just a little boy, he expected the world, but it
flew away from his reach, so when 6 made it to the condo he had to run down to
the beach and mingled with the other dreamers of paradise. Life went on, it got
so hot, the weight of his body breaks the chair, open a bottle of Rex the beach
patrol came, but 6 closed his eyes and dreamed of paradise. It was now time to
unpack the 4 thousand bags and make the inaugural spaghetti dinner. It was like
walking thru the clouds, with a circus mind, that was running amuck, hyenas and
spiders and gators, and fairy tales, that is all there was to think about,
riding the waves, what else could there be, but the little wings of the gray
Herron’s. As we finished the gormet
dinner, the sun fell below the horizon, the temperature fell, as the bottles of
Rex pilled to the ceiling. I then heard them calling in the distance, so I
packed my things and ran, far away from the comfort of the condo, 6 ran back to
the beach with nothing but his shadow, as 6 passed thru the parking lot some
had Bentley’s, some had beamers, it made 6 wonder about their sanity, as 6
looked around he began to notice that we were nothing like the rest, it was
time to go back to the condo and sleep until the sun comes up ( or was that
down)! . A new day dawned, fresh air, time square, time to visit the Holy
Spirit and the pig. Preparing for the journey was a snap, for the condo
arraignments were quite different back in the day, the boys had one condo and
the girls the other, so 6, 6A, 7 and 8 stayed in one, and the rest in the
other. We loaded up and headed of the
Holy Spirit, as we arrived the lot was full of cars that made the truckster,
look like it did not belong, but that did not stop 6 from finding a parking
space between a Benz and Lexus, right up front. We entered the majestic
cathedral filled with the faithful dressed to the 9’s, in attire that made them
look like they were on the runway at Sac’s 5th avenue. What a sight,
mass was soon over and it was time to get some grub at the pig, so off we went.
To be continued..
Words of wisdom: The past is nothing
but memories, but the future, is formed from the past.
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