None of my neighbors are worth watching.

Last night I watched that Tom Selleck movie. "Thin Ice" Pretty good

But......but......but....a secrets not a secret if I tell.

Hope it wasn't musics bed. hehe

Hey kc, good to see you here. Yeah I might reveal the secret later,

Maybe.lol

Ah, the secret?? It's a secret

Thanks for stopping by Betty. Glad you enjoyed it

I thought it was just me. I had to shut everything down and reboot

Ahh...the secret!! Hmmm. Guess I'm gonna have to give some thought to revealing it.

Thanks much for talking time to read it. It's a true story you know.

Thanks so much Ainjel.

Thanks much for stopping by.

How does a person turn on a bed?? lol.

Good evening my mingle friends.

(I have to issue a length alert here. If you read it all I hope you enjoy)




I've got a secret
I have a terrible secret to reveal.

I've carried this secret with me for the past 32 years wondering at times if I should just give in and reveal it. Actually, thirty two years ago it did not start out as a secret. It has grown into one. Hmmmm, time to reveal??

A lot has happened in that time.

It was May of 1976. I had just graduated from high school and decided a trip out to Seattle before I joined in the work force for the rest of my life would be a nice way to celebrate my freedom from teachers, books and homework. I never really did seem to grasp the finer points of homework. Hell, I would rather have been out wreaking havoc amongst the neighbors than doing homework. You know, things like, ringing doorbells in the middle of the night and then running like hell so you don't get caught.

However, there was one neighbor who was always one step ahead of us. We could never figure out how he knew we were going to ring his door bell. We got caught every time. My cousins and I took this as a personal challenge. We would scope out the place and (that was what we did best those days, we scoped things out) we would come up with a plan we knew would work. The plan this day was to stand as far back from the door bell as we possibly could, ring the bell and then leap over the railing instead of running down the flight of steps. At precisely the right moment one of my cousins, acting as decoy, would leap up from hiding and run down the street drawing attention to himself while the bell ringer was making his get away through the neighbors yard.

Victory at last!!

From that day forward we became known as the only three to get away with ringing the bell without getting caught. Young kids looked to us as if we were some kind of gods. They insisted on sharing their Mr. Goodbar's and cokes with us. We were invited to spend the night in their yards so we could tell stories about our wiley ways. In the morning they would feed us Captain Crunch. We were even allowed to use their twenty inch sting ray bikes with the butterfly handle bars, banana seat and sissy bar to compete in the demolition derby's we held in the neighborhood each weekend. Much better than destroying our bikes. We were constantly trying to modify our own so we wouldn't get our legs crushed when someone came slamming into us. Always by accident of course. The rule was, no going for the legs.

I must say, as gods we had it made.

The challenge now was to see if we could get away with it during daylight hours. Things were going along fine until the neighbor let Goliath out. Goliath was big, black and meaner than the gates of hell. Sheeesh, talk about a shock. You never seen three kids run so fast. Terror written all over our faces.

Goliath was one mean dog.

It did not matter that Marty's mom was walking through the house naked from the waist up, we burst in the front door simply because Marty's house was the closest one to safety. Yikes!! talk about an eye full. A bug-eyed full anyway.

The three of us decided later that facing Goliath would have been much less painful.

But from that day forward, the kids of our neighborhood were to learn the three most important words that were to keep all the neighborhood kids, hoodlums included, safe. It seems as if Goliath's owner got such a kick out of watching three panic stricken boys yelling and screaming for their lives that he took it upon himself to watch the neighborhood kids play kick the can and other crazy games, the names of which escape me at the moment. His revenge for all those late night doorbell ringings was to wait till we were all caught up in our games. That was when he would strike. He would let Goliath loose. Up and down the neighborhood went the cry, "Goliath is loose" the three most frightening words to all the neighborhood kids. When mothers heard this cry they all began to panic, especially if they were going through the house semi nude. They would rush in to put their tops on because they knew that at any moment hordes of kids were going to come bursting into their living rooms panic stricken, eyes wide with terror and looking for safety. It did not matter where we were in the neighborhood, it was considered fair game to rush the nearest open door. At least according to our way of thinking. Parents thought otherwise.

There was however one door that never got rushed, my mom's, no one messed with her.

I might add that if any of the young neighborhood boys felt they had a chance to out run Goliath they would take their chances to see if they could make it to Marty's house.

Juuuuust a hopin'.

One day, we decided that it was time for revenge. We all went home and loaded up our daisy BB guns to capacity and snuck through the neighborhood 'till we came to the yard that contained the dog that terrorized the neighborhood. Hanging over the fence waiting for a clear shot was not the thing to do. After the beatings we snuck back that night and pumped a few rounds into his fence. That'll learn him. Take that mister. Triumpantly we walked away knowing we got away with shooting his fence.

We had the last laugh, for now.

Well now, it seems as if I have become a bit side tracked here. I was to reavel a secret and instead I have told about a time during the early 70's . The 60's and 70's were a great time to be a kid.

Enough of this reaching back into my memories.

So, are you ready for my secret?

Ahh hell, it would not be a secret any longer if I were to reavel it now would it?

Maybe at a later date

Thank you Sharris and you are very welcome.

Mr Happy I find it necessary to speak out for MsWizard althoug she needs no one to come to her defense. She is quite capable of taking care of herself. What I will say is I have personally met her and have become friends with her. For those who know her they know her to be a woman of high values and a very honorable woman.

As to her being here for two years that has no bearing on anything. She has her goals in life and one of those is to share her very creative self with those she cares about. Posting her poetry here allows others to read her work and in many ways they gain insperation from her work.

Believe me she does not need to be here. She has other places she can be where her honor does not get attacked.

This is a very beautiful piece for your son. I'm sure he's going to love it.

I'm gonna try some of that, LOL

I hope they get it done soon so she can get back to cooking. hehe.

Thanks Sage.



Ok peeps gotta run out and get some work done today. I gots bills to pay. Yuck

Morning carol. Yeah been a bit busy out here. I live for these nice days so I can work out in the yard. Gotta take advantage of this warm weather cause we WILL get hit with spring storms before spring really gets here.

What's become of the kitchen?