Let The Day Take You

What I enjoy most about life is never knowing where the day may take you.

Deb and I had left a birthday party last Saturday. We had her grandson with us. He is almost twelve and an amazing young man, who, I do not doubt, will do amazing things. I enjoy his company immensely. He likes to read and write and is an accomplished drummer. He's been through some shit and I admire him.

So anyway,,,,,,there we were. Deb said, being our pilot, "let's drive out this way." We found ourselves pulling into the parking lot of The Historical Aviation Squadron near the airport here in Lancaster.

I get a bit absorbed by World War II stuff. I wandered

around their museum talking to an older gentleman with a lot of knowledge. B-17's and their crews have fascinated me for the longest time. Amazing machines and amazing men.

So anyway.....long story short.....one of the fella's there tells Deb's grandson he is taking a plane up today and asks if he wants to go. Of course he does. In a seventy six year old plane piloted by an eighty five year old pilot. No fear indeed. The plane was used during the big war to guard our coasts by the Civil Air Patrol.

Then, it's Deb's turn. She takes a flight. I hold her purse. Then, they fire up a helicopter and Deb and her grandson take a flight in that.

This was a fluke folks. Don't run out there looking for a free flight like their's saying I sent you. But check the place out. A place where our history is being preserved by those that lived it.

Where are we going today Deb? I'll hold your purse anytime!

Monocular Vision

Living in a binocular world and I am a monocular guy. (sang to the tune of Madonna's: Material Girl)

I've been monocular since I was eighteen.There are scads of us. Perhaps even shit-loads.

We are a proud lot. 'Taint easy. But so is having no arms or legs. We have it in perspective. No boo-whoing here. We get up in the morning and do it.

Our stories are as broad spectered, although lacking depth perception, as a, well......prizm.

My own arrival into the world of monocular-ness is quite boring. I drove my car drunkenly into a telephone pole. If your story provides more depth (sorry) please share.

Don't hand us something and expect us to zoom in on it. And for fucks sake don't toss us something and expect us to catch it! Okay!?

We drive cars, eat, sleep and make love like everyone else. Just differently.

We laugh at ourselves. Change song lyrics. Don't it make my brown eye blue. Jeepers creepers, where'd 'ja get that peeper. I've only an eye for you. Smoke get's in your eye.

I almost feel sorry for binoculars. How very boring for you.

We meet new people everyday. We bump into others on our unsighted sides. I personally met a young lovely at a wedding years ago by knocking our noggin's together. A great ice breaker.

There are pitfalls. When two of us get together it is difficult as hell making eye contact. Jeez. Which eye to look in? Very confusing.

And we have many celebrities, world leaders, dignitaries and plumbers in our midst.

We get to wear eye patches and hunks of glass to drop in our buddy's Martini when he ain't lookin'.

So if you want to join an elite brother and sisterhood, poke an eye out with a screwdriver.

Chose the non-dominant one.