It is a tense time here at the old bunkhouse. I have always maintained the secret to a happy marriage is having two televisions at opposite ends of the house. I use the standard vision set I’ve had for years in my mancave,which ironically also happens to be our spare bedroom. DW got an HDTV for Christmas two years ago from her son. My TV has given up the ghost. The picture tube is shot. It is used largely as background noise while I’m doing computer stuff,but I always take time for my favorite westerns in the afternoon. Such is the life of an old retired guy who’s partially disabled. I’ll buy a newfangled telly tomorrow,but I have to get stepson to hook it up. He does all the audio/video wiring for us. He still works and has to make time to do it. I keep forgetting how inconvenient it is for people who still have to go to a job.
Eighteen years old. First non-double car date. Drive-in movie theater. Sweet young thing. We commenced to hugging and kissing and acting like two bunny rabbits. She looked at me and said:
‘Shouldn’t we wait until its dark or at least get back in the car?’
Windows fogged up,lips are numb,drool running from the corners of my mouth. Then she smiles,reaches one hand under the back of her sweater. A few movements and she pulls her bra out of her sleeve. It was my first experience with “shock and awe.”