Saturday, June 07, 2014

Speak of ‘back in the day’. Talk all one wishes of things past. Reject the present, copy grandmother’s recipes, walk up hill to school and home, fight all the wars one may wish in ones mind.

Remember all the joys of youth, pulling pig tails of the young girls before one grew old auenough to mind, juggle all the home work and Playboy magazines you wanted, eat all the ice cream, smoke forbidden cigarettes, laugh ones way through the carnival, dance the summer street events, play the game in the corner lot.

Enjoy the moment of walking hand in hand with she or he, mom and dad; swing from the hands stronger than your childish body; remember the first feel of the very large horse taking a bit of feed from the palm, cry at the beauty of a moving piece of music.

Speak quietly with a child of childish things, remembered with fondness the tiny new born creature seeking comfort in the arch of shoulder and neck.


And remember all memories are black and white – and many shades of gray.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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