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Thursday, February 7, 2013

And Then It's Real When You Stop

“Take your inner child and kick its little ass." Dave told me that. We have a good laugh.

I fought the good fight. I know that I have righteousness on my side. I needed Dave's affection. He supported my songs, like a good drummer, or the “Boogie Woogie Boy From Company B.” I'm not a chorus girl, groupie or in the USO all. I am the rhythm.

To me Dave means Dad. There's my “father” of course. I still rely on science most. Biology and evolution. It can all get along. Denying one for the other doesn't make any sense to me. "Wisdom is as wisdom does.” Thanks Forest. Be sure to run.

What are we fighting for, by the way? Don't ask me, I give too much of a damn (or “darn” I should say; have to watch it around here). Thanks Dave. The Seamen and the Berets, purplest hearts I know. I got my own. A cigarette burn on my left breast. Thanks Mother, or should I say “Mom?”

Hit the brakes Dave!

Kathleen Kelly
November 7, 2012
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