Along the line of ‘gettin’ old ain’t for wusses’ I was just thinkin’ the the older I get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.....I was waiting in line this afternoon to pick up some prescriptions for Millyrose ‘cause she ain’t here...she’s down in SoCal with sister Francisca enjoying the rain ‘n cool weather of Big Bear....a cottage on the lake, she said....That’s alright with me, I try never to go to SoCal...I prefer my doses of southern California in old movies..
Now that I think on it, seems like a lot of my favorite places only exist in old movies....
Like San Francisco....one of the most beautiful cities in the world, at least up thru the ‘fifties....in the ‘sixties, the golden age of hippiedom, the City by the bay became a mecca for every lost soul that couldn’t find any other place to belong.....it was still a magical place, Baghdad by the Bay, with the San Francisco Chronicle that had possibly the greatest selection of columnists ever assembled on one newspaper.....Herb Caen was the ‘town crier’ ‘n whatsisname on the radio, on KSFO....Don Sherwood, was addictive which was true of a lot of things in SF in those halcyon daze....’n of course, the San Francisco Giants plus the exciting, irreverent Oakland A’s with Charlie Findlay...what a combo.....
But I digress.....Millyrose is in Big Bear ‘n I’ve been having difficulty explaining that to the Poodle-Dogger....he keeps running to the door with ev’ry noise...I let him out, he runs around the car ‘n comes back looking puzzled....Willie, on the other hand, seems almost blase about the whole thing...when it gets on toward this time of evening, Willie gets blase about most things...he looks like a little black ‘n white rug in the middle of the floor.....I keep telling him that I’m going to have him freeze-dried so’s I c’n just move him from spot to spot but he ignores me...The voices in my head may not be real but sometimes you just gotta ponder them...I’m just sayin’......
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