On my morning walk, Cooper and I got caught in a surprise fog/rain attack and it reminded me of that time when I was a senior in high school and I had ditched sixth period in order to go home and listen to the new George Benson album, Breezin’ and, as I was driving in my 1976 matte yellow Pinto down a side street near El Camino Real High School so I would’t be seen, there was a sudden thunderstorm that caused a flash flood that capsized me and my disoriented Pinto.
I remember I had to get out of the car and trudge through knee-high rainwater in my favorite baby blue Ditto jeans and my beloved Sbicca platforms with the cork soles. I was more concerned with my shoes than I was the car. That poor thing. I left her there, all alone, in the middle of the street looking like one of those pieces of furniture you see stranded on the side of the freeway and you think Did that get up by itself and walk here or did someone hurl it out their passenger window?
I literally do not know what made me tick back then.
Seize the Day, I Suppose,