A L O H A !
" If the
only prayer you said
was 'thank you'
that would be
enough. "
Meister Eckhart
". . . it takes a life
to learn how
to live. "
Jonathan Safran Foer
click on photo to enjoy all the shadows showing off
“ I have learned that
if you must leave a place
that you have lived in
and loved
and where all your
yesteryears
are buried deep, -
" leave it any way
except a slow way,
leave it
the fastest way
you can. -
" Never turn back
and never believe
that an hour you remember
is a better hour
because it is dead.
Passed years seem safe ones,
vanquished ones,
while the future lives
in a cloud,
formidable from a distance. ”
Beryl Markham,
" West with the Night "
({)
Sometimes
our memories are
"creative."
We walked to school
in 40 feet of snow
every day!
Summer afternoons
were centuries long;
Ice cream was sweeter.
Heck, maybe it was.
In Annie Hall
Woody Allen remembers
growing up in a house
under a roller coaster!
I have
roller coaster memories
too. . .
My high school boyfriend's
(I wrote about Carl Here)
older brother played lead guitar
in a band. After hearing me
play my flute, "Chopper"
invited me to be in the band.
We played every weekend
in a bar in Maryland.
So every weekend,
Carl and I rode the Reading Railroad
out to Mechanicsburg PA 17050.
The girl lead singer
had a house
directly across the street
from a sweet, small time
amusement park called
We practiced for hours
and slept at her house,
and during our breaks
we walked across the small
residential road
to take rides on the
Red Streaker!
That exciting name
hardly describes
the rickety, old & small
ride we knew. Of wood,
as I recall.
Shook all the wrong notes
right out of my fingers!
Sounds like a made-up
story, a scene in a comedy,
a Fellini film,
or an outright
bald-faced lie,
but I assure you
it's true.
Thank YOU
for Bellying Up
to our Tall Tale
table today!
Care to share one?
Fondly, cloudia
