Memorial Day weekend. Years ago, before we knew that sun exposure was dangerous, I used to lie in the sun slathered in baby oil and listening to music on a very hip transistor radio. Having earphone made it even more cool. Who was on my list? Marvin Gaye, Smoky Robinson, Temptations, Steve Miller Band, Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac, Moody Blues, Earth, Wind and Fire, Sly and the Family Stone, Santana, Jethro Tull, Emerson, Lake and Palmer, Gladys Knight, O’Jays, Beatles, Elton John, Carol King . . . wow, the memories come flooding back as soon as I start thinking about the music back in the seventies. So much good music I can hardly remember half of the groups on the pop charts that I regularly listened to.
I also loved reading books, and on the holiday weekend it was a good time to read one or two classics. We had a great backyard, and we always had a family picnic in the yard or at a park with the required barbeque.
This weekend I am not slathering baby oil all over my skin and lying in the sun, and I’m not eating hamburgers any more. I am reading and writing and doing some calligraphy, eating some catfish and greens and taking a drive down Pacific Coast Highway to enjoy the ocean breeze and the warmth of the bright, sunny day. Can’t wait for tomorrow.
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