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I wish I could afford to have a Mid-Life Crisis.
I'd purchase a convertible sportser, a 20 year old girlfriend named 'Brandi' or 'Candi', a bad toupee and a bottle of boner pills.

Nah. I'm not a dater of Brandies- but the car would be nice. Especially on a fine country Sunday.

My Twin rented this MG for the weekend but he's not having a MLC- he just understands that tooling around the Virginia countryside in a classic convertible is a truly cool thing to do.
(That's me - he tries to pretend he's not bald- I embrace my baldness)

I'm glad my Twin isn't having a Mid-Life Crisis as we happen to be the same age. He's doing pretty well these days, which makes me happy. I'm encouraging him to take good care of himself as I may one day need to harvest him for replacement organs- a kidney or liver most likely.

I'd settle for a car transplant. Here are our respective rides. Guess which one is mine?

People sometimes ask me why I have so much duct tape on my car.
I tell them it's purely cosmetic; that I just like the way it flaps in the breeze. Most people believe this.
It's easier than explaining that the tape is the only thing holding my car together.

Happily, my old beater-mobile made it home fine and I was able to see the Twin and the Granny. The Granny had a pacemaker put in last week and it really seems to be doing her a lot of good- she's 89 so we were scared for her, but the operation went just dandy so I can now talk about it without fear of jinx. My Granny even has a cat now - "Maddy". She has never had a cat as long as I've been alive. I think it's a great thing for her. Just don't tell her that I caught it drinking from the toilet!



My Granny also found a large collection of papers from my Senior year of H.S.- Cool Stuff- fliers from my first band's first gigs; report cards ( I was an Honor Student? Damn. I totally forgot that. It was revoked due to excess absenteeism anyway...) and tons of Dungeons and Dragons material- after looking at these painstakingly detailed fantasy worlds that I created it doesn't surpise me that I became a blogger geek. Man, I put a lot of work into those dungeons.

But the best thing Granny found was a collection of letters from my H.S. girlfriend. Oh my.
She was a a great writer and artist and , well, she was just plain great. I ruined that relationship, but I was 16. Give me a break.

(I have never forgiven myself for it, but I should. Slappped by Repressed Memory. Ow!)

Back in 1983 we didn't have email, myspace.com, webcams, IM , text messages or anything so we wrote each other dirty letters instead. She illustrated hers. Very detailed drawings of what she had planned for me- with descriptive text just in case the drawings weren't enough.
They were.
(And no. I'm not sharing)

I think today's kids are missing something with all this virtual/cyber/e-whatever nonsense.
There's just something special about a handwritten letter from a long-lost lover , and you can't feel that vibe from a monitor; can't get it from an email or IM.

I doubt I'll ever save an email for 23 years. On purpose anyway.

I'm not ashamed to admit that reading her letters - twenty-three years later- still turns me on. She was two years older than I and knew some tricks...wheew! Glad those letters got saved- otherwise I'd think I imagined the whole thing.


I'd forgotten all about those letters. My grandmother has reunited me with my collection of pornographic correspondence. I'm glad she didn't read them- her heart doesn't need the shock!

I love my Granny everyday- but I especially love her today, Easter Sunday, 2006.