Hearts & Bones ~ Fly Away & Come In for a Landing

Don't fly away-OK fly away but don't forget about me. I'll be here looking and waiting for you, wondering how your world is, how, where, who you are at any given time & space. Drop in whenever you want. Please know you are welcome here with me anytime. Want to remind you of the standing reservation you hold in my heart, head & soul... You and your love remain in that place deep inside my epicenter... that sacred, holy place in all creation where only love & peace reside. I don't mind reminding you of this periodically. Love to you, then, now & always. ~ from me

Race Car

Ideally when we played Monopoly, with regard to the board layout GO was on my right side and I liked to be the thimble or the hat. Mark was the race car. If I took care of the deeds, I liked to stack 'um up neatly in an organized manner, lining them up in order of their value on the board, in that exact order & keep all the colors together of course. The procurement of property was slow going the first round or two due to the fact that we preferred not to buy property until we passed GO again. No doubt the first warm-up round could work for or against you and could set the tone for the rest of the game. Course the roll of dice had everything to do with it. Sometime we'd buy everything we could immediatley, the railroads, utilities, the square lots with matching stripes of green, red, baby blue, orange, yellow etc., basically if you landed on it you bought it unless, it was something that took us for a ride. When Chris played, he thought it was OK to make the rules up as we went along but even with those practices in place, sometimes things did not go his way... all hell would break loose when all he could do out of frustration was flip the board over... deeds, tokens, money, hotels/houses exploded and went flying all over the place... needless to say game over.

We played for hours at a time with emotions often running high as someone gloated over their park avenue property or tempers flaired due to unsavory trips around that wildly wonderful or dull as dirt game board game not going their way, maybe good property was available but you kept landing on someone elses who had developed it with the little red houses or splendid green hotels. I enjoyed playing with people who liked to get the ball rolling and get to the gettin of monopolizing as much property, as smart and fast as you could. Drawing the chance or community chest cards could put a smile or a frown on your face. Go to jail card was a bummer but Get out of jail free was a nice ace in the hole. Rolling the dice and landing on Free Parking was fun, especially if there was a big booty accumulating in the middle of the board. There were the cocky ones with a cut throat style, out for blood and guts, it was so interesting when things started going south for that type player who procured property at any cost. It's just a game right? The players who took more of a reasonable and fair approach to the game were much more fun to play with. It was always delicious to see poetic justice done when the greedy land baron type player started having a tough go with the dice... tsk tsk, nah... if anything it was refreshing to see a haughty nature turn humble. The life size board shown here > is on a pad of concrete in a park at San Jose, Califas.

Comic Books, Combat or Red Skelton

Comics of choice included Archie, Family Circle, Marmaduke, Beetle Baily, Superman & Batman respectively. Sophie & Marcie use to read us "the funnies" from the Sunday paper like Lil Abner, Blondie of Blondie & Dagwood fame. Dennis the Menace was annoying, still is, even bugged us but was easy to take and predictable reading. I got into Snoopy & The Peanuts Gang and discovered satire when I read Mad magazine featuring smart-ass, "What, me worry?" Alfred E. Neuman. Is it just me or when you look real quickly at GW Bush, he and Alfred E. are dead ringers for each other? The ears look like some one else I know too. Any who, besides your army men, sports was a big deal to you, consequently became a big deal to me. I've often wondered had I been much more interested in girly-things, toys, clothes, activities and such... would you have been interested in those things too. I don't think so Mark, you were pretty much your own guy, kind of conventional kid, normal... where as Mary, Mary quite the contrary, always seem to look at life and all it's rarities, wonders, weird wild ways as something to explore rather than ignore.

1960's TV included Combat featuring Vic Morrow and a platoon of soldiers trying to survive with WWII as it's backdrop. You and Chris felt strongly about wanting to watch that program and Sophie, Marcie and I wanted to watch The Red Skelton Variety Show starring the kind, dimple-faced, dashing and funny Red Skelton of course. It was quite the battle of the the TV, I think on Tuesday nights. I'm not crystal clear, but mom probably manadated taking turns every week or maybe if Gary was home on leave, we watched Combat, no questions asked since he was in the Air Force and soldiery and all. How could we not watch it at that point?