Faster horses.....

“Let us go then, you and I, while the evening is spread out against the sky....”

So, we (Millyrose ‘n m’self) went to Carmelita’s for dinner.......she’s been wanting t’go all week ‘n I ain’t averse to a little Mexican food now ‘n again......I said, “Maybe we should just walk down there.”......down there being like two ‘n a half blocks......I should’ve said “stroll” cause Willie perked up his ears when he heard the word ‘walk’......Willie don’t miss much, he’s that alert.......’n course, Rusty woke up when Willie began barking ‘n dancing so I suggested that maybe we should just drive, it being still a little warm ‘n all......one of the things about being ‘old’ is recalling what things use’ta cost.....’n the fact that Italian ‘n Mexican ‘n Chinese use’ta be on the cheap side.....not ‘ny more......’specially if you want an alcoholic beverage with your beans ‘n rice.....I got over my extreme thirst years ago but I still like a beer with Mexican food ‘n Millyrose will have the occasional Margarita.....’n this day ‘n age, you gotta know that they are very damn occasional.....given the price ‘n all.....in my way back when time, two people c’d go for Mexican dinner with more than one beer (and Margarita) for less than the price of the drinks t’day......ah well, time marches to a different tempo t’day but, like Cher, the beat goes on......
I’ve often stated that the inherent value of a classical education is that it provides a base for the philosophical ponderings on one’s failure to thrive....thriving, of course, in that grand old search for the American Dream...or as that sage Tom T. Hall phrased it, “faster horses, older whiskey, younger women and more money”
ah well, as my old Modesto friend ‘n bartender use’ta say...”First, I t’ink vell, den I t’ink hell, den I t’ink, vell, vot de hell.”