Journal Entry: 7/27/18
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴛs
I was having a cup of coffee this morning in a small brew house in Hot Springs. A beautiful little town with magic water to cure most all of one’s ills, except maybe a broken heart.
Across the way I see this unusual looking fellow. He was dancing all alone in ᴀ small green area, near the hot water as it flowed up from the magic springs, with it moist vapor rising through the air. He wore a tall hat and suspenders that held up his pants that were way to short for him.
He reminded me of a boy named Billy Ray back in the seventh grade. Billy Ray was unusual looking. He also wore pants that were to short for him, and his glasses were always crooked. Anytime Billy Ray was around, you could hear someone say, “Straighten your glasses Billy Ray.” Each time our English teacher asked Billy Ray to read his essay, she would always say, “Straighten your glasses Billy Ray.” Billy Ray would get up to bat and the coach yelled, “Straighten up your glasses, Billy Ray!” We later found out that his glasses were not crooked, he just had one ear that was lower than the other. Or maybe it was one higher than the other?
Billy Ray had an unusual tone when he spoke. Kinda through his nose and he accented all his “t’s”. Especially if a word ended in a t.
Well, all of that is beside the point. Billy Ray, like the rest of us, was headed into the seventh grade and back in my days that was one of those milestone years. As 7th grade boys we had no idea that when we walked in the door on the first day of school, we would be met with a veritable wall of full on breast, as grown by our female counterparts, over the summer.
There’s really nothing a person could have done to adequately prepared us. Even if “they” would have told us, we would have still been just as mystified, helpless and bumbling. With just the sheer volume alone, I’m not quiet sure why we did not lose consciousness or have to be sent home?
I remember hearing the nazzle tone words of Billy Ray as we stepped through the hallway door...”Did you see the TiTTies on Mary Ann?”
Billy Ray was getting so carried away that we had to tell him not to be saying those things and don’t directly look at them full on, because it would make him explode.
Well, anyway that’s my recollection of the story of Billy Ray as I watch this unusual looking man with a tall hat, short pants, dancing with himself...enjoy your day! Doc
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴛs
I was having a cup of coffee this morning in a small brew house in Hot Springs. A beautiful little town with magic water to cure most all of one’s ills, except maybe a broken heart.
Across the way I see this unusual looking fellow. He was dancing all alone in ᴀ small green area, near the hot water as it flowed up from the magic springs, with it moist vapor rising through the air. He wore a tall hat and suspenders that held up his pants that were way to short for him.
He reminded me of a boy named Billy Ray back in the seventh grade. Billy Ray was unusual looking. He also wore pants that were to short for him, and his glasses were always crooked. Anytime Billy Ray was around, you could hear someone say, “Straighten your glasses Billy Ray.” Each time our English teacher asked Billy Ray to read his essay, she would always say, “Straighten your glasses Billy Ray.” Billy Ray would get up to bat and the coach yelled, “Straighten up your glasses, Billy Ray!” We later found out that his glasses were not crooked, he just had one ear that was lower than the other. Or maybe it was one higher than the other?
Billy Ray had an unusual tone when he spoke. Kinda through his nose and he accented all his “t’s”. Especially if a word ended in a t.
Well, all of that is beside the point. Billy Ray, like the rest of us, was headed into the seventh grade and back in my days that was one of those milestone years. As 7th grade boys we had no idea that when we walked in the door on the first day of school, we would be met with a veritable wall of full on breast, as grown by our female counterparts, over the summer.
There’s really nothing a person could have done to adequately prepared us. Even if “they” would have told us, we would have still been just as mystified, helpless and bumbling. With just the sheer volume alone, I’m not quiet sure why we did not lose consciousness or have to be sent home?
I remember hearing the nazzle tone words of Billy Ray as we stepped through the hallway door...”Did you see the TiTTies on Mary Ann?”
Billy Ray was getting so carried away that we had to tell him not to be saying those things and don’t directly look at them full on, because it would make him explode.
Well, anyway that’s my recollection of the story of Billy Ray as I watch this unusual looking man with a tall hat, short pants, dancing with himself...enjoy your day! Doc
