Note about RV’ing:
Rose mentioned voting? We are Florida Residents, and yes, we always vote absentee, even if we are there.
When I was a kid, I thought I was a pretty good bike rider. When I see the kids today, I know I never was a real bike rider. But I don’t do it anymore anyway. We carried bikes on the back of the motorhome for a few years and seldom rode them.
I was a good roller skater. I know now, since doing some traveling, when you say skate, you must qualify. Cause ‘them girls’ up north skate on ice. But I did skate. I skated until I had to put new wheels on my skates several times. Western Auto sold new wheels, 25 cents each. Now when I see a kid on a skate board , I know I never actually skated, I rolled around fast. But I don’t skate anymore.
I loved to swim and I was a good diver. I even won a diving contest once. It is hard to swim with hearing aids, I don’t even swim any more.
The one thing I was good at was hunting. I seldom ‘harvested anything’ (new term picked up from my friends in Wisconsin), but I sure could hunt. For years I went with my best friend Sonny. Every year at Thanksgiving, He and I and our sons, would HUNT. And boy, did we eat well (from the food we packed in. hahaha.) That was a pleasure time. It was never about hunting, it was about friendship. But Sonny is gone, I don’t hunt anymore.
I enjoyed football, especially NFL, when the boys were growing up. We watched every game with the boys, always cheering the Red Skins when they were playing. With the boys gone, I don’t watch nor follow football anymore.
For years I drove down the road with my arm around Sherry. I had a ‘neckerknob’ and when we had a straight drive she would shift gears for me, I had ‘Sherryamatic’. But even with power steering, I don’t do that anymore, NOT BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO, it is because the car manufacturers have conspired against me. Consoles and bucket seats will put a stop to that.
But we can still hold hands, I STILL DO THAT!
We have never had twin beds, so except when she sleeps on the couch we still sleep together. And like always, we still……….
read together in bed!
Thanks for coming by the log.
Believe me, under the right circumstances, LOVE LASTS FOREVER!
This was a 6cylinder (of course) Chevy, 1948. It sported a Necker-knob and Sherry-a-matic.
Definition: necker knob
A knob you used to see on the huge steering wheels of 1950's car to help steer with one hand. The use of this would be to put your arm around your girl's neck sitting very close to you thanks to those bench seats.