The Red Light Makes You Stupid. The Green Light Makes You Stupid. The Yellow

One day this strapping young fellow walked by my humble abode.

“Say there oldtimer,” the friendly lad called out to me. “It’s a lovely, bright day today and I notice you’ve been sitting on your deck all morning. Why don’t you come for a walk with me?”

“Well, I would,” I replied, “but my dang knees are giving out so I”m trying to conserve them.”

“No probs,” offered the kind dude. “I’ll carry you on my back. It’ll keep me in shape!”

With a broad grin he stepped toward me, turned and sat down on the deck landing. “C’mon,” he prodded through a winning smile, “Hop on to my back. I’ll be fun, I guarantee you!”

Not wanting to disappoint such a fine young gentleman I sauntered over and straddled his back and with one swift movement my steed was steadily making his way and mine down the sidewalk with me uncomfortably astride him.

I’ll admit that for the first few days we got some strange looks but after a bit folks got used to seeing me and my undertaker together and once the initial apprehension was past I had a great time enjoying the sights and sounds of our town without torching my knees in the process.

Soon a year had flown by and after hundreds

of extremely enjoyable rides I realized to

my horror that without my awareness

I had essentially become a prisoner

in my own home on account of

now being nearly crippled &

dependent on Mr. Friendly.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Bruce Cockburn – Wonder Where The Lions Are

 

 

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