Some things you can’t forget even if you wanted to.
Like playing ping-pong, or table tennis which I pursued seriously in my three years in Jolly Olde England.
Like playing an E chord on the guitar.
Like riding a bike.
Like getting a cavernous bowl of popcorn and watching movies all day long.
Try forgetting the very first time you were kissed.
Not from your family.
I mean kissed.
There are some things I simply cannot unlearn.
Act III Scene I of William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I had to learn the part of Mark Anthony for this performance and still have it down.
Johnny Cash’s song I’ve Been Everywhere.
The Pledge of Allegiance.
The Star Spangled Banner.
Prayers.
There is one and only one movie that won the Oscar for Best Picture and whose sequel also won the Academy Award for Best Picture: The Godfather.
As many times as I have watched those films, I should be the first Mexican to sit at the table with the Corleones.
Now, I’ll tell you what is NOT like riding a bike.
Remembering where your car keys are.
I used to leave my car keys in my old Chevy Camaro.
No reason.
I just turned the key off when I parked it and exited the vehicle. No one ever messed with it, or tried to steal it unless you count when I caught two Mexicans with wrenches, crawling out from under it after I had put an ad in the paper to sell it for parts. In her heyday she put the 396 to work. Besides a Porsche I was able to afford later in life, it was the fastest car I ever owned.
Dangerously fast.
I am wondering if the Jan. 6th hearings will be concluded before the next presidential election takes place.
Seriously.
We went to a couple Metroparks in our area yesterday.
Check out the greenery:
I’ll upload a practice session tomorrow that I will play at the Open Mic at the Lucky Star Brewery tomorrow night.
Stay well.
