It’s Tuesday evening, almost 9:30 and time for my sort of daily, or now and then journal.
I’m not sure why I’m stimulated to do my daily journal tonight. Most likely my motivation relates to my coffee klatch getting together with four old friends this afternoon.
I can’t seem to remember how the five of us became friends, but anyway we did. They are Jim, Randy, Mike, and Sarah. Four males and one female and as usual Sarah takes the lead with us old guys. I have no idea how she became part of the group.
Maybe she saw four handsome old men having coffee one afternoon and decided to join us, anyway Sarah is part of our coffee klatch.
After our shallow discussion on politics and current events we drifted into beautiful scenes, places, events, etc. that we loved and remembered.
Jim told stories about his many trips to the Grand Canyon. Randy loves the Pacific coast and spends all his summer vacation somewhere on the beach enjoying the sunsets. Mike felt magic whenever he visited a big city, like New York, Chicago, Washington, D.C., or New Orleans. Sarah feels a closeness to the desert and its beauty, both in the early morning and late afternoon.
I surprised them with my beautiful scene. It was early fall of 1957 in the student parking lot at North High School. Home of the Mustangs.
At 3:00 p.m. class was dismissed, and I headed to the student parking lot and my new, to me, used 1950 Oldsmobile Rocket 88. It was a metallic green two door fastback. Quite the car for a sixteen-year-old in 1957.
When I reached my Rocket 88 a fellow female classmate was leaning on the right front headlight, while a friend of hers snapped a picture of her.
“Your new car? I’m Rhoda Zylstar. You can call me Zylstar. I need a ride home because I don’t want to take the school bus.”
Zylstar was more than attractive. I nodded my head yes, unlocked and opened the right passenger door for her. Zylstar jumped in and slid to the middle of the front seat of my Oldsmobile Rocket 88.
Her left side was touching my right side when I got behind the wheel.
I announced to her that my radio doesn’t work. She replied, “That’s okay, I prefer to talk,” and Zylstar and I have been together since then and almost daily I thank my 1950 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 for arranging our meeting back in 1957.
I then reached for my wallet and opened it to show Jim, Randy, Mike, and Sarah the most beautiful scene that I have ever seen.
It was a photo of Zylstar on an afternoon in 1957 in the student parking lot of North High School leaning on the right front headlight of my 1950 Oldsmobile Rocket 88.
