Fall
in. Park your bicycles in a row.
Breezeway
leaf sweeper, shovels and a hoe.
Pay
attention to the yard you must mow.
Weekly
allowance – I don’t think so.
Burgers
all around. Soft drinks on the side.
Anna’s baloney is best when it is fried.
Cupboard
bakery snack cakes, cookies, all twist-tied..
Enough
to nosh --- to be somewhat satisfied.
Cosmetic
affluence --- A bit of a show.
Nothing
ever as it seems you know.
Live, love, laugh, rolling in the dough.
Live, love, laugh, rolling in the dough.
Color
coded - Red, Blue, Green, Yellow.
Push
down, pull up, roller-coaster Sandusky
Breakers,
squall lines - Chicken of the Sea
Life
jackets, half hitch, all aboard - bow and stern lights,
Dockside
cabin cruiser – safe, clear, starry nights
You
wanted to be with your friends this week.
You
wanted to hang on the corner or the tracks.
You
wanted to call that girl late and sneak out back.
You
wanted to break some rules, smuggle a beer, relax.
Instead
you are on a family trip in close quarters.
Towing
the line, swabbing the deck, following orders.
And
yet - All these years later I wouldn’t trade a minute
All
those times I shared with my brothers in it.
Note: Our
family of six children included an older brother and an older sister too. Mom
often referred to me as the oldest of the four boys denying me any claim to
middle child syndrome. I have fond and vivid memories of growing up at a time
when a Kennedy-esque Camelot seemed attainable even in Northeast Ohio. Dad was
captain of the Leprechaun – a 29’ Chris Craft with a flying bridge.