Radar Love

As I steered my car around the backroad curves on my way home from Tallahassee to Doright Manor I found myself smiling. “Radar Love” was playing on the radio and I sang along while tapping out the rhythm on the wheel.

https://youtu.be/ckM51xoTC2U

After “Radar Love” the next couple of songs on the ’70’s channel were duds, so I switched to the Beatles channel and caught the beginning of “Drive My Car.”

https://youtu.be/kfSQkZuIx84

Perfect.

I began to wonder when cars were first equipped with radios. Thanks to Google I found this:

Although commercial car radios hit the market in the late 1920s, it wasn’t until Galvin Manufacturing Company (now known as Motorola) introduced the Motorola 5T71 radio that commercial car radios really became popular. (In fact, the name “Motorola” is a combination of the words “motor” and “Victrola.”)

Did you have any idea that “Motorola” was a combination of “motor” and “Victrola?” I certainly didn’t.

My first car, the ugly, flat green 1961 Ford Galaxie I called “Poopsie” had a working radio. It was AM only and barely picked up the local station. I’m surprised I was able to drive it at all without music pouring out of the speakers.

All of my subsequent cars had better radios; although, AM and FM both had their limits. Just as a groove got going I’d drive out of the station’s range and have to start the search for a new station all over again.

For over a decade now Studly Doright and I have subscribed to satellite radio, giving us a huge selection of music of all types. My favorite channels are the 60’s and 70’s stations along with The Beatles and Margaritaville. The best part of satellite radio? If life is a highway, I’m gonna ride it all night long, listening to the music I love. No interruptions

Peace and love, people.

Love is a Battlefield

It might be said that I paint a rosy picture of my 43 years of marriage to Studly Doright. He’s funny. I’m funny. We’re comfortable financially. We enjoy doing things together, but we also give each other enough space to pursue our separate interests. We’ve raised two incredible kids and have five awesome grandchildren. A perfect couple, right?

Not so fast. Studly and I aren’t even close to ideal. We have had some spectacular fights over the course of four decades. I’ve threatened to leave. He’s stomped out. We’ve wrung our hands and cried copious amounts of tears well into the night. I suspect that most couples who’ve spent as much time together as Studly and I have might tell a similar tale.

What do we fight about, one might ask. Stupid stuff, mainly. I’ve hurt his pride, he’s hurt my feelings. Maybe one or both of us have been so stressed out by work or family issues outside of our cozy twosome that we’ve lashed out at each other rather than at the person or situation that’s caused the problem in the first place.

To compound the situation, neither of us is subtle and we both use biting wit while in the heat of battle. I will say I’m quicker to anger while Studly lets things smolder before hitting me with both (figurative) barrels. I’m also quicker to forgive, usually.

On the plus side, our disagreements have evolved over the years, and in some ways are more productive. They occur so infrequently that sometimes I almost believe the rosy picture I’ve painted. Almost.

At any rate, I wouldn’t know what to do without him. He’s my guy.

I couldn’t very well use the title without including the song, right?

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=RDIGVZOLV9SPo

Peace and love, people

Love Shack, Baby

Be honest. You know there are songs that make you need to dance. Okay, maybe you’re like Studly Doright and NEVER need to dance, but if you’re anything like me certain songs can almost literally pull you out of your seat and onto the floor.

Love Shack by the B-52’s is one such song for me, and since it has the word “love” in the title, it qualifies for special mention in one of my February posts. Maybe you have a few “must dance” songs. Let’s compare choices.

https://youtu.be/9SOryJvTAGs

Damn, that’s a fun song.

I have special dance moves to accompany Love Shack. Unfortunately, no one has ever captured them on film, but trust me. They’re epic.

Peace and love shack, baby.

Love of Learning

It might surprise some of you to know that I was not a perfect student. My grades were always good, but I never really applied myself. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what that entailed until I went to college as an “older than average” student and my adolescent children were watching me.

In spite of my rather uninspiring beginnings in education, I’ve always loved learning. From an early age I was fascinated by books. I couldn’t read enough. That kid reading by flashlight under the covers way after lights out? That was me. I read everything: biographies, horror, science fiction, travelogues, poetry. I like to believe I was the Floyd County Library’s best customer, but maybe not. As far as I know there was never an official survey conducted.

Nothing much has changed over the years. I still read a ton; although, thanks to my Kindle paper white I no longer have to use a flashlight to read in bed at night, and excursions to the library are more for research than anything else.

I still enjoy learning. Last fall I took an Olli class at Florida State University on “The Parallel Universe of Ants.” I enjoyed that so much that I signed up for a class this semester, “Fun With Writing.”

The class begins today (2/20), and I confess that I’m apprehensive. I’ve been writing for awhile now, but have I been having fun with it? Do I even know how to have fun in my life, let alone with my writing? Am I going to be expected to share what I’m writing with real live people who’ll be in the same room with me? I suppose these questions and others will be answered soon.

Please keep an eye on this space over the next few weeks to see if I figure out the whole fun thing. I joke, but I’m excited. Learning IS fun.

Peace and love, people!

Loves Me; Loves Me Not

Petals plucked in time

He loves me; he loves me not

Anticipating

Seek daisy’s wisdom

But choose your flower wisely

Odd numbers suffice

A garden’s bounty

Yields answers; questions results

How dare blossoms lie?

(After I published this I looked back in my archives and discovered another poem I’d written with the same title. The original is better, I think, but it made me laugh. It was bound to happen sooner or later.)

Love American Style

Who among my readers remembers a late 60’s, early 70’s television show called “Love American Style”? As I recall it aired on Friday nights and usually consisted of two or three comedy sketches about dating, love and/or marriage.

The first season, the show’s theme song was performed by The Cowsills. I had a huge crush on the drummer, John Cowsill, who currently tours with The Beach Boys.

(That’s John, bottom right, next to sister Susan. Brother Barry on Susan’s left, died tragically in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Bob and Bill round out the picture, but don’t ask me which is which.)

I watched the show each week mainly to hear the Cowsills sing the theme song. For some reason unknown to me the group was replaced in subsequent seasons, but I continued to watch because I was a teenaged girl trying to figure out relationships. In that regard it was likely more a hindrance than a help.

A few future stars had roles on the show, most notably, Harrison Ford. Oddly enough, I also developed a crush on him many years later. Actually it was more of a thing I had for characters he played, namely Han Solo and Indiana Jones, and not Harrison himself.

In a perfect world I’d have kissed Han Solo while listening to the Cowsills sing the theme song. Or not.

https://youtu.be/10hrOJkOxX0

Peace and love, people.

Patience

After days in the desert

‘Neath a scorching sun

Failing to find sanctuary

Sporting a swollen tongue,

I fell to my knees

Intending to pray

Lord help me find water

Please show me the way.

A solemn committee

Plucked from the sky

Gathered together

As I lay to die

Black robed watchers huddled

‘Round my fading form

Whispering assurance

Yearning yet to mourn

Stoop shouldered graspers

Nodding their sage heads

Poised for the wake

Preparing to be fed

Through cracked lips I spoke

Syllables faint with dread

Fly away motherfeathers

I’m not yet dead.

Love and Advertising

Studly Doright and I are semi-binging Mad Men on Netflix. If you haven’t watched the show, it deals with the high energy world of Madison Avenue advertising in the 60’s. I’m in love with the fashions, the hairstyles, and the business of ideas.

There was a time in my life when I wanted to go into advertising. I had a great uncle in the business and he discouraged my teenage ambitions. Women don’t really belong in the ad business, he’d told me. I know better now.

Watching Mad Men makes me wish I’d pursued my dreams. Not because of the booze and the rampant infidelity, but because of the creative give and take. I think maybe I’d have thrived in that environment.

And the clothes! Oh my goodness I want a dress like the ones the women wear in the show.

Aren’t they gorgeous?

But, back to ideas. I still have great ideas. My head is always full of images and copy for products and services. I want to work for the ad team that has the Geico account. Dammit, I want to make that little gecko say things he’s never said.

I reckon at 63 I’m too old to go into the advertising business. For one thing, I doubt I have the energy necessary for that fast paced world. Heck, I probably didn’t have the energy when I was 22, though.

Everyone, I suppose, has a dream that’s gone dormant. What did you want to be before you became what you are? Did geckos figure into the equation?

Peace and love, people.

A Little Love

It’s Saturday morning, the 15th of February. Studly Doright took me to a nice dinner to celebrate Valentines Day with friends at our golf club last night. There was much laughter and wine and good conversation.

A call from a childhood friend took me away from the table for just a few minutes. She seldom calls me at night, so my heart froze for a minute thinking something bad had happened. Thank goodness that wasn’t the case! She just wanted to relate an encounter she’d had with a woman who’d been the bane of our middle school years. Her call made me laugh out loud.

I returned to the table and answered Studly’s concerned look with a squeeze of the hand. You see we have a friend who is in the final stages of his fight with cancer. Every phone call now could mean that he’s finally at peace, and that his sweet wife and children, along with all of his friends, have to deal with living in a world without his affection, his wit and wisdom, and his vast store of knowledge on darn near any topic.

So I’m sending love out into the universe today for our friend, Jim, and all those who love him. Would you please take the time to do the same? Even if it’s just a little love, if everyone does it it’ll be huge.

Peace and love, people.

Love Story

We discussed love songs several days ago, but what about love stories? Are you a fan of traditional love stories? Or do you lean towards less conventional fare?

I once told someone that Terminator was one of my favorite love stories, and they laughed. Kind of hurt my feelings. The saga of Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese finding love while saving the universe ignited my imagination, and made me a fan of a series that otherwise might’ve passed me by.

Of course I’ve enjoyed a few more conventional love stories, such as An Affair to Remember,

And Sleepless in Seattle,

but there’s something especially poignant about love that arises in the midst of a seemingly hopeless situation because my other top love story is that of Han Solo and Princess Leia Organa. When Han, on the verge of being encased in carbonite during The Empire Strikes Back, uttered those two little words, “I know,” in response to Leia’s profession of love, I melted.

That kiss was something special.

So maybe I am most fond of love stories wrapped inside a sci-fi movie, and not movies in which love is the main theme. How about you?

Peace and love, people!