Bluetooth Saves Bellvue

how long can I keep this up?

On any day, on any street, in any city. When I was a young’n, being in the big cities with my friends or a family member, I would “sit” and watch all the different types of people walking up and down the sidewalks. The people we found the most interesting were those wonderful folks that were holding a conversation with absolutely “NO ONE”. This occurs every time we ventured to the areas “METRO”. Dressed from exotic “rags” to the carefully, and nattily, assembled garb of the era. From the early 1960’s well into the 1970’s men and women of every size, shape and color would saunter their concrete PATHS OF SOLITUDE, speaking softly with an intimate friend or confidant. So involved in the conversation that pats on the back, handshakes, even nuzzlings were bestowed. Height, breadth, contours of the ‘partner’ were ALL apparent as we enjoyed the lesson/show provided that day. As we grew older we’d, sometimes, ask the adult we were with, (most times we attempted to achieve some sort of acreage away from any known grownup, because they told us what was “wrong” with the behavior.), what they thought was the ‘OTHER SIDE’ of the conversation, just to engage them in our, not so secret, mirths.

In our own little town a little woman that lived right across from the baseball fields that sat mid town would, sometimes, come outside and try to talk with anyone of us. Now that I’m, almost, the same age that she was when I first met her I can fully formulate a mental image to you of what she presented to me visually. First of all, we came to call her “OLD LADY KURT’, and she was if she didn’t want something from you. About 5’2.5” tall we didn’t think about how much she weighed because the assortments of shape covering cloths she used to enclose her outer self did a great job. Blouses with prints that would make you really understand why GAHAN WILSON drew the cartoons he did fitted like new mini para-sails over her shoulders. ‘Little House on the Prairie’ length dresses that hinted of her diabetes, around ankles puffy rolls of flesh oozed over the tops of VERY NICE SHOES. (!?!) Ms. Kurt had a voice that was the sweet melange of MOMS MABLY, HARVEY FIERSTEIN and ANDY DEVINE with a tincture of GILBERT GODFREID in the spring from allergies. This was a person whose race was definitely a stone soup of love. LUCILLE BALL RED HAIR that had the ‘Rosey the Riveter’, 1940’s ‘BOB’. ( It’s funny, the hair magically turned that from a slight silver base.) Hands: nice, strong, tipped with fingernails painted under their overhangs of “CHESTER-STRIKE” UMBER that had leaked down the sides to the second digit. AND she loved those “CHOCOLATE” MacIntosh Apples every Fall! The best way to describe the wonder-FULL face of this woman, (especially when fully engaged in conversations that included a constant fight with her alter-ego.), is this…” IMAGINE, IF YOU WILL” a FINE caramel confectioned skin. With the same number of “wisdom”lines equal to the total of Streams in the AMAZON basin. Hidden, HAZEL-ish copper- brown eyes, all mated topographically to look like the Wicked Witch of the West’s FLYING MONKEYS from the movie THE WIZ,( only much smaller with a delicateness of displaying a striking four hair moustache, one at each corner and one placed perfectly below the nose,mid nostril) … BUT ONLY when there was the INTENSE animation of speech.

THIS is the person; every color, sex, economic position , and sadly, age, that my friends and I would wait ALL… DAY… FOR…

Here we are 2008 is the year, and for almost 20 of the past ones the cellular telephone has brought the excitement back into my, AND, YOUR life. It’s now FASHIONABLE to walk ANYWHERE on this getting less green EARTH for people that my friends and I found ‘SPOCKISHLY’ FASINATING may, now, purchase a small device that enables anyone to PUBLICLY act like JOHNATHAN WINTERS, ALL DAY. ALL YEAR. ALTOGETHER!

The very type of person we were told to BE CAREFUL OF, lovers of THORAZINE to the point of letting questionable ‘Hippocratic’ HYPESTERS… The very ones that the LATE President Ronald Reagan underfunded their health care enough to get sent away from managed care… Are NOW buying a sadistic subterfuge called BLUETOOTH. Simple stealth so that just by wearing this little piece of shaped plastic shows how we can all hide the insanities that embarrassed way back when.Early cellular telephones had to be carried around as a briefcase or over-the shoulder bag. Soon after the plastic brick made the dialogs and rants much easier for the “common” BILLY WILDER or BABY SCHNOOKS to lavish their mental vignettes at any cross-section of concrete footlights. It has to be tough on the ultimate IMPROVISATIONAL PERFORMANCE ARTIST, HAVING TO INCLUDE THE SAME DROLL PROP. And now , a word for the sponsor; with cell phones smaller than the fist of a two year old it’s easier to hide the device, the REALISM has returned. The only problem now is does anyone still speculate on if there’s anyone REALLY LISTENING … ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN?

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