“Time Marches On” But the parade stumbled this morning. It stumbled. And that shook me up. This gets a little strange, but bear with me, because it may happen to you some morning if you’re a member of the Louie-Louie Generation like I am. When I opened the curtain and looked out at our back yard like I do every morning, the sun was hitting the trees from a strange angle. It wasn’t the winter angle by any means. It didn’t even look like fall. But this morning, it wasn’t middle of the summer soft like it has been since early July. It was like something out of the “Twilight Zone.”
My Lady Wonder Wench is the star of my own personal, “Today” show. Every morning when I wake up, I look across the pillow at her, and touch her cheek…hoping that she doesn’t disappear. Even after all this time, I still have to make sure that she’s really still there…that it wasn’t a just a dream that she ran off with me all those years ago. And it was a lot of years ago.
It was all the way back when we had penny arcades, hula hoops, Chuck Berry, double features, candy on paper strips, cars with tail fins, penny loafers, and Superman comic books. For me, they were the hard working days of trying to become what I wanted to be. And then came the magical nights with her…learning that “For every man, there is one woman he can trust.” That’s a line out of her novel, “Love’s Forbidden Flame.” And it’s true.
It doesn’t seem like it was such a long time ago. But time marches on. She had eyes that made June skies jealous back then…and long, soft, shining, dark brown hair, roller coaster curves, a voice that sounded like syrup pouring on pancakes, a wicked sense of humor, and a dream that had to do with writing a book, and riding horses. And she says…I was part of that dream too.
And it WAS a dream, not just a fantasy. A fantasy is something you just love thinking about. A dream is something you love thinking about, but you’re also willing to do whatever you need to do, to make it come true. We’ve been living that dream for a long time now. Time marches on. It’s been a long, parade, with at least 76 trombones playing our favorite songs.
It doesn’t seem so long ago that I could do 120 pushups all at once. It’s a struggle to do 60 now. But now is what I’ve got to work with now. I figure that doing only 60 instead of 120 doesn’t make me half the man I was. But if I let the fact that I can’t do 120 any more keep me from doing the 60 I can do…that’s what would cut me down to size. Time marches on. So I do my 60, then I just hitch a ride on the nearest float, and enjoy the music for the rest of the parade. The parade has wound around the block more than a few times for me.
Some Pimple People claim that those of us who are members of the Louie-Louie Generation are living our second childhoods. Good. Children have energy, smarts, hopes and dreams. I say,“As long as we don’t over do it, a second childhood is fine with me.” I mean don’t have the dentist put braces on your dentures to fake it, but if somebody asks, “Do you still have super sex” why should you have to say, “I’ll take the soup.” Take a moment…think about it.
Dick’s Details Quiz. All answers are in the current podcast.
1- What musical question is answered by the fact that the busiest stork day in America is October 5 ?
2- September has been declared, “Pleasure your mate month.” What am I looking forward to seeing as a result ?
3- What kind of golfers prefer golf to sex ?
Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
I remember when I started dreaming about having a sexy lady live with me. I was about 8 years old, and I finally figured out that Jeannie Cambell, who lived next door, wasn’t just a very soft boy. I’ve been a lucky guy. I’ve put my arms around a lot of dreams, that haven’t disappeared. There’s a story about that in the Lovin Touch personal audio cd. It’s called, “If It Weren’t For Dreams.”
There’s a difference between a dream and a fantasy. And the difference is that you want a dream so much, you’re willing to do anything, pay any price, give up anything you have to give up…to put your arms around your dream…to keep and protect it…and grow it so it’s strong enough so you can reach out and touch it…and it doesn’t disappear. If you like “If It Weren’t For Dreams” you can just keep the current podcast. Or if you want a fresh copy, just download it from the lovin touch icon on the home page.
Time marches on. But it seemed to stumble this morning. It was like something out of the twilight zone. The sun was hitting the trees from a different angle. It wasn’t the winter angle. And it didn’t look like fall. But it wasn’t middle of the summer soft like it has been since early July.
I looked across the pillow, and she was still there this morning… looking so lovely in the early Summer light. I reached out to touch her face…and she didn’t disappear. She wasn’t just a dream I had so long ago. A dream I wanted so much, that I was willing to do anything, pay any price, give up anything I had to give up…to put my arms around her…to keep her… and protect her. I know that time marches on. But it seemed like the march stumbled for a moment this morning. And I really love our parade.
Come on, trombones. Take it from the top. I know there can’t be any stragglers in Time’s Parade. But give me just one more time. At least one more time.