Hello everyone, everywhere,
It’s been an incredible week. We had a show downtown at the Hub last Friday and it was packed. We didn’t have our blistering guitar player, Danny Lowes who couldn’t be there. The show just took a mind of its own. As the doors were left open, the people outside on the patio were gathered around listening. But what struck me was this incredible sight of a little girl, (I swear she couldn’t have been more than three years old), dancing with her daddy. She was on the ground doing little pirouettes with her finger in the air, and her dad would put his finger on top, and she just danced around in the sun. And I was just waching as I played. It was one of the most fulfilling moments of my life. Thank you to whoever you were. Thank you for bringing your daddy and having so much fun. And of course thank you to Bev and Twyla of the Hub. They are fantastic and we always have a great time going down there.
I feel this writing is becoming more and more powerful to me. I drive Michelle crazy. She freaks when I do too much dialogue because I go too fast and she has to kick me to slow me down. And then I do. Believe me, I do.
Anyways, I’m recovering from my holidays. It’s all over now but the crying. Boo hoo. Well, now that’s over. That’s it.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Until we meet again at Gus and Pearl Flymm’s House of Senior Sling Shot Practice for the Short Sighted and Emmy’s Fine China On Display. It’s Frank’s house. Frank Fliganotsky’s front living room will be used for both events. At the same time, if you can believe it. Luckily for the 60 of us who will be participating, Frank has the flu so he’s in bed. Thanks Frank. You’ll find us on Shakealeg Corner and Screwyou Street. If you go by Emma Mumphry’s place, keep going.
SLOANE’S BIG DATE
Her name was Helen Truly. She was 22 going on 25(?) That’s a question, even if you ask it twice.
Sloane Budlooski was 23. 5’11”. Dark wavy hair, and a smile that could light up downtown.
They were a match made in heaven–except Sloane didn’t get it. (You guys are all in on this, right?)
They played together in a softball league. That’s how they met. The Bruisers. Oh yeah, well, we’re not kidding folks. Though, if it be told, most of the bruises, well–were theirs. Just high-fiving and trying to get out of the locker room door all at once. (It did not help their game).
And then of course, Friday was the big hoopla. The annual hug an ankle-schmooging dance.
All right you guys at home. Are you following this? Of course you are–okay then.
The hug an ankle-schmooging dance meant, if you can’t or don’t want a hug you just smile and kind of knock ankles. That’s schmooging.
So, back to the story. The mood was set–romantic–you bet. The mirror ball was going–and of course they loved the smooth sounds of some 40s crooner. (A crooner is a happy bus driver).
Helen Truly had her hair sprayed just enough she thought. (Oh yeah, yicker splats).
Then the featured act, the Gee Whizzers, started thrashing a love song. Helen was ready for a night of…you know…Helen.
On the other end was Sloane Budlooski. He wasn’t ready. But he didn’t mind. He didn’t know what ready meant.
Their favourite love song, Red Bicycle, was booming.
Helen and Sloane came together–he started schmooging her ankle.
Helen shook her head and said, “Sloane Budlooski, are you a potato?” Then she grabbed Sloane and kissed and hugged him.
It stayed that way all night. Helen sparkled. Sloane, well let’s just say he was Sloane.
No matter how you think it out, and believe us folks when we say Sloane Budlooski knew thinking was out, this was Sloane Budlooski’s biggest date. (Hurray!)
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)