Comments on: Don’t Know About You… http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/2008/09/25/dont-know-about-you/ Tue, 13 Oct 2009 17:08:39 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: paula castle http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/2008/09/25/dont-know-about-you/#comment-308 paula castle Sun, 05 Oct 2008 22:56:58 +0000 http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/?p=625#comment-308 Ray, Your writing is simply prose! I was tempted to ask if I could publish it on the main page here at Simpleminds! It would be kind of neat or reflective to have several folks druge up some memories past and write them out; then, feature a "Down Memory Lane" piece; I think it would be cool. I loved your line "...wild young things we were in cars, crazy and free, and drunk on life." Then I started thinking about "those movies" and I'm not sure I can name one...but ask who took me....ahhhh yes!! That would be easy. Cheers! pc Ray,

Your writing is simply prose! I was tempted to ask if I could publish it on the main page here at Simpleminds!

It would be kind of neat or reflective to have several folks druge up some memories past and write them out; then, feature a “Down Memory Lane” piece; I think it would be cool.

I loved your line “…wild young things we were in cars, crazy and free, and drunk on life.”

Then I started thinking about “those movies” and I’m not sure I can name one…but ask who took me….ahhhh yes!! That would be easy.

Cheers!

pc

]]> By: Ray Sharp http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/2008/09/25/dont-know-about-you/#comment-307 Ray Sharp Tue, 30 Sep 2008 13:28:29 +0000 http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/?p=625#comment-307 typical: the thrill was in watching the field hockey game, skirt flying above tanned thighs as she ran and bent toward the ball, ready to whack, and the chase to her doorstep, wild young things we were in cars, crazy and free and drunk on life. The movie was forgettable, the date was dull, and that was that. the next morning it was raining when we ran our big race, and lost. I remember the mud, the cinders stuck to my calves, the solemn ride home, next day in Lexington seeing my friend's mother, her hair fallen out in big clumps from the cancer. it was another field hockey player the next year at Oktoberdest (my adolescent fetish?) who ultimately broke my heart and sent me spiralling on a different path. typical: the thrill was in watching the field hockey game, skirt flying above tanned thighs as she ran and bent toward the ball, ready to whack, and the chase to her doorstep, wild young things we were in cars, crazy and free and drunk on life. The movie was forgettable, the date was dull, and that was that. the next morning it was raining when we ran our big race, and lost. I remember the mud, the cinders stuck to my calves, the solemn ride home, next day in Lexington seeing my friend’s mother, her hair fallen out in big clumps from the cancer. it was another field hockey player the next year at Oktoberdest (my adolescent fetish?) who ultimately broke my heart and sent me spiralling on a different path.

]]> By: paula castle http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/2008/09/25/dont-know-about-you/#comment-306 paula castle Sun, 28 Sep 2008 01:17:45 +0000 http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/?p=625#comment-306 Jungleroy aka Ray: Isn't that the greatest thing about memories? Sometimes I'm flabber-gasted at some of the times, situations, and reflections I have with various memories. For some reason my senses play a HUGE role in my memory. Like the bit I wrote about the 'sweet smell of grass' during the Fall; I'm sure that goes back to those miserable, tormenting times of adolescence. I can't think of a human alive now, who is an adult, that doesn't look back at adolescence with some kind of smile and a flush of memories. Yet as we both know during that time...the ackwardness of just living seemed unbearable! Okay....great effort with Virginia! But sorry ;-( not her! You never did say whether or not you got that date? HINT: The "Mystery Girl" was in three popular films of the 2007-2008 season. And she's way better in person than the Guess? shots. Cheers! pc Jungleroy aka Ray:

Isn’t that the greatest thing about memories? Sometimes I’m flabber-gasted at some of the times, situations, and reflections I have with various memories. For some reason my senses play a HUGE role in my memory.

Like the bit I wrote about the ’sweet smell of grass’ during the Fall; I’m sure that goes back to those miserable, tormenting times of adolescence. I can’t think of a human alive now, who is an adult, that doesn’t look back at adolescence with some kind of smile and a flush of memories.

Yet as we both know during that time…the ackwardness of just living seemed unbearable!

Okay….great effort with Virginia! But sorry ;-( not her! You never did say whether or not you got that date?

HINT: The “Mystery Girl” was in three popular films of the 2007-2008 season. And she’s way better in person than the Guess? shots. Cheers!

pc

]]> By: Ray Sharp http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/2008/09/25/dont-know-about-you/#comment-305 Ray Sharp Thu, 25 Sep 2008 14:02:22 +0000 http://simpleminds.wordpress.com/?p=625#comment-305 Claiming my bonus: Is she Virginia, the field hockey player I took to the movies one September long ago, the one we yelled to out the window of the car when we were coming back from cross country practice and then followed to her house and I followed her to her doorstep and asked her out? I'm amazed to see you have her photo here, I haven't thopught about her in years. Claiming my bonus: Is she Virginia, the field hockey player I took to the movies one September long ago, the one we yelled to out the window of the car when we were coming back from cross country practice and then followed to her house and I followed her to her doorstep and asked her out? I’m amazed to see you have her photo here, I haven’t thopught about her in years.

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