Valentine’s Day (Gather Monday Writing Essential–Stories of a Generation)

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I got back to my locker and there were four elderly gentleman changing into their street clothes after water aerobics, crowded into this U-shaped nook with lockers on three sides and a bench in the middle.  An older black gentleman was holding court.  He had gray hair, a high forehead, salt and pepper mustache, and a kind of jolly countenance befitting a pickle barrel sage.  His voice, stentorian, like Paul Harvey’s, filled the locker room and commanded attention, not aggressively, but agreeably and effortlessly.

“John McCain.  I remember John McCain.  He ran for President.  He was the last honest politician.  You could believe what he said.  Those guys running for President, you can’t believe a word they say.  They’re all a bunch o’ clowns.  Those politicians, they talk out of both sides of their mouth, you know.  Even the president, I think he’s lookin’ out for us regular folks, but you can’t believe everything he says even.  You can’t trust the government.  That’s what it is.

“Now in my day, a man’s word was his bond.  A man was his bond.  You could take him to the bank.”

Dunno if you wanna go into a bank, you can’t trust them either, somebody said.

“No, that’s right.  My dad used to say, you don’t need banks.  You shake a man’s hand, that oughta be good enough, you know.  Now you take farmers.  In my daddy’s day, farmers were honest.  A farmer was an honest man.  You buy a bushel of field corn, you know, corn to feed the horses, the cattle, you got a bushel of corn.  You pay for a bushel, you get a bushel.

“I was watching this commercial on TV with my daughter, you know the one, he’s watching football on his cell phone, sittin’ right there in the restaurant watching the game on his cell phone, and his girlfriend gets upset, you know, and he looks at her and he lies, he looks right at her and he lies through his face—‘I’m not doin’ that’—right in her face.  That’s what the kids are like nowadays, you know.

“I said, you know, if my daddy caught me lyin’ like that, he woulda burned my bottom, he woulda took off his belt and burned my bottom, just like that, you know.  You didn’t lie in my dad’s house.  And my daughter says, ‘You know, Dad, if you were raisin’ my kids, you punished them they way you did us, you’d be in jail.’  Right in jail.  Well, that’s what I believe.  Parents are s’posed to raise the kids.  Kids ain’t s’posed to raise the parents.”

Well, you have a good day now.

“Yup.  All I have to worry about is get my wife sumpin’ for Valentines Day tomorrow.  Can’t forget that.  Oh no.  I’ll be in trouble.  I figure I’ll just get her a 99¢ card, you know…”

99¢ card?

“Well, she says, it’s the thought that counts…”

You give her a 99¢ card, you’ll get a 99¢… uh… dinner!

“Well yeah, I guess you’re right.  She’ll say, ‘That all you think of me?’ Yup.  Forgot her birthday once.  One time.  Boy I got in trouble for that.  All day long, the kids are sayin’ Happy Birthday, I didn’t even think of it.  We went to bed, I said, ‘How come you’re so upset?’  ‘You forgot my birthday,’ she says. ‘It’s my birthday, you didn’t say a single word!’  I said, I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you, but she said, ‘It’s too late for that.’  And that was that.

“But you know, usually, my wife, she gets over things pretty quick.  You know, she’ll be chewin’ my head off one minute, then she’s done, and everything’s fine.  Just like that.  Now my daughter, she’s just like me.  We get along like cats and dogs.  We’re too much alike, you know.  She’s a chip of the ol’ block, just like her old man.

“Hey, coach!  How you doin’ today, young fella? You gonna give them kids what for?  You gonna put the fear o’ God into ‘em?”

Well, I’ll give ‘em a workout…

“You bet.  Good for ‘em.   Yup.  Well, guess I’ll go get that card.  You guys have a good day now.”

Prompt here…

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