Imagine a Man

Imagine a man, not a child of any revolt
But a plain man tied up in life
Imagine the sand running out as he struts
Parading and fading, ignoring his wife

Imagine a road, so long looking backwards
You can't see where it really began
Imagine a load, so large and so smooth
That against it a man is an ant

And you will see the end
You will see the end

Imagine events that occur everyday
Like a shooting or raping or a simple act of deceit
Imagine a fence around you as high as prevention
Casting shadows, you can't see your feet

Imagine a girl, you long for and have
And the body of chalky perfection and truth
Imagine a past, that you wish you had lived
Full of heroes and villains and fools

And you will see the end
You will see the end
And you will see the end
You will see the end, oh yeah

Imagine a man, not a child of any revolt
But a man of today feeling new
Imagine a soul so old, it is broken
And you will know your invention is you

And you will see the end
You will see the end
You will see the end
You will see the end, oh yeah

Pete Townsend 

Five Dollar Frank

Hey Joe! Where you going with that gun in your hand?

Awhile back I took a sightseeing tour with a WWII USAF veteran in his Bonanza four seater.  He had several airships.  This one, I think, he favored.  Flew the thing like it was an extension of his person. Feeling the craft.  He was about eighty at the time.  Scared the stuffing out of my wife, who was a passenger, too.  I'd flown with the same fellow decades before.  Putting his bird into wide banking maneuvers through the gorge of North America's oldest river.


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She said.

When I was a boy, about 16 year old, I went to Jensen Beach with my folks.  We met some family friends who lived in the vicinity and went prospecting for real estate. (They were realtors.)  One home in particular stands out in my memory.  It was the abode of a physician, his wife and children, a beautiful young family.

Mrs. Dr. Who was at home with the kids. She welcomed us in. Me, with the ever present boner of a young buck, (alas, poor woodie, I knew him well), and no less appreciative of the female form than I am now, couldn't help but gaze upon her.  She was petite, tanned and muscular with an athletic build. Loads of curly dark auburn hair down past her shoulders. She noticed that I was admiring her, and that I was looking in particular at her ankle sock clad feet.  She looked me in the eye, looked down at her feet, then looked back up with me, smiled and shucked off her socks.  Perfect size six I would guess, and crimson polish to boot.  All the while she was carrying on a conversation with the oldsters who were meandering about checking out the house. And she's making me feel like I've never been born.

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