My Lady Wonder Wench is wonderful. She deserves a good husband. Fortunately for me, I grabbed her before she found one. I did it again. I forgot our wedding anniversary. I forgot our wedding anniversary…again. I did it two years ago too. I forgot ! Louie-Louie Generation lads and ladies don’t have babies at this stage of our lives, and I think it’s because the Lord is probably afraid we’d forget where we put them.
How the heck could I do that? She’s never more than an inch away from whatever I’m thinking about. We’ve been together for decades, singing in the sunshine, and crying through the tough nights. I grew up in Brooklyn. I always knew you can learn a lot from getting your head kicked in, but she taught me you can learn a lot more from soft, warm, kisses.
Of course, it is true that older Louie-Louie Generation folks do sometimes forget things. There’s a story about President George Bush the elder visiting an old age home. He supposedly walked up to an elderly lady and said, “Excuse me mam, do you know who I am?” And the kindly old lady said, “No, but if you ask over there at the reception desk, they can probably tell you.”
One of my favorite forgetting stories has to do with a 95 year old guy who married a beautiful 27 year old woman. But they were concerned about the possible consequences of too much sex for someone of his age, so they decided to sleep in separate hotel rooms. But about a half hour after they went to their separate rooms, there was a knock on the bride’s door, and the groom was standing there…obviously ready for action. They made wild, passionate love, and he went back to his room. Another hour went by, and there was another knock on her door, and he was standing there, ready to go again. And again they made mad, passionate love…and he went back to his room. Another hour went by…and another knock on the door. This time the poor bride was amazed. And she said, “You want to make love again?” He looked at her and said, “You mean I was here before ?”
Dick’s Details Quiz. All answers are in the current podcast.
1- Why shouldn’t you think too much about the word lasagna?
2- If you were a nectar bat, what part of your partner could you lick ?
3- What do today’s shrinks say about a guy who was probably standing beside his sexy girlfriend wearing a bikini ?
Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
In the beginning, my Lady Wonder Wench was just one of a group of pretty young woman working at the radio station. She was working late one night…her office was right across the hall from the studio where I was going to do my show. I was kind of curious when I saw her light on, because it was long after the rest of the office people usually go home. So I looked in the door. And I surprised her. And she surprised me right back. All of a sudden. It was just an instant. Her eyes looked like they were caught…remembering somebody’s kiss and somebody’s touch. Bright blue eyes, surprised, funny, and hurt looking back at me. It was just an instant…but I got a flash of what she must look like loosening her hair, and letting it tumble down around her shoulders…all fragrant, shining and soft I caught my hand just before my fingers touched her cheek. I wasn’t even sure of her name. It’s amazing what can happen…in just a minute.
Sometimes…a minute is a time for loving. And sometimes it’s time for leaving. And sometimes the space between the loving and the leaving gets crushed into just one very magic minute. There’s a story about that in the current podcast, and in the Personal Audio cd called, Bedtime Stories. It’s called, “Got A Minute.” Listening to it, I realize again that I got lucky. We’re not just traveling together from one love to another…my Lady Wonder Wench and me.
If you like “Got A Minute,” you can just keep the current podcast. Or if you want a fresh copy, just go download it from the Bedtime Stories icon on the home page.
When I tell a story like that…a minute out of my own life that completely spun around everything I’ve done since then around …I always wonder about the minutes that might have flipped your life upside down. Maybe there’s one happening right now…or maybe one will pop up when you least expect it at work today. Who knows. A lot of the Night Connections stories are based on the spin around minutes in the lives of people who used to listen to me on the radio. If you’ve got a minute…I hope instead of spending your nights sitting in front of a tv screen…come back here, where you really count. Keep me company. Tell me what’s going on in your life, and just as important…how you feel about it. My email is email@example.com .
I forgot our wedding anniversary. Again. How do you do that? I never forget her. She’s never more than an inch away from anything that’s going on in my head…or for that matter in any part of my anatomy. Loving her is intense, happy, awful, funny, complicated, painful, eternal, threatening, and absolute.
She never threatens to throw out my baseball cards. She fogs my mirrors…when she smiles she starts my personal uprisings…so to speak…even though I no longer have to own an antique to sit down on something old. Even though I reached the age of consent 10,000 consents ago, she takes a very personal interest in seeing to it that my swash never buckles.
Happy Anniversary Lady Wonder Wench. I’m really sorry I forgot our anniversary…again. My only excuse is in what Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation always says, “Everything never always goes right.”