Queen

My oldest son is a loyal fan of the musical group Queen. He can tell me almost anything I wish to know about them.

Unfortunately he was too young to go to a concert when Freddie Mercury was still alive. Still he is in contact with remaining members.

Because of his contact he was able to buy 4 tickets at a reduced price to a concert when Paul Rodgers was singing with them. He asked me to go and I agreed. My oldest granddaughter wanted to go so she and her father (my youngest son) used the other two tickets.

When we arrived we had four seats from the aisle on in. Normally I sit on the aisle in protector mode. My granddaughter was about 14 so she was not very tall. She asked if she could have the aisle seat so she could see.

A man who looked to be in his late 30's came in and had the seat in front of my granddaughter. He made a great show of taking off his jacket and trying to flirt with her. She was a young girl and not interested. She ignored him.

I watched him closely. He was looking for a conquest.

Her father also noticed as did her uncle. My youngest son moved to an empty seat behind his daughter. My oldest son had me change seats with him so he was next to his niece. 

Dad just sat and glared at the man. Uncle stood with his arms crossed and a threatening look on his face.

The man began to squirm. Then he was sweating. Finally he could take no more. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his seat and left. 

I think that pervert learned not to mess with our little girls. 

Wrap It Up

Like most children we went to Mom when we were hurt. It seemed like Mommy could make it better more than anyone else.

There were seven of us. It seemed like there was always one with a scrape or a small cut.

And there were bigger wounds that were not big enough for a doctor to look at. A lot of those were open wounds. She cleaned them up and calmed us down. 

Then it was Daddy's turn. For some strange reason he loved making bandages. So out came the gauze and adhesive tape.

When he was through a scrape to the elbow would look like your full arm was in a cast. We loved it. We got a lot of attention. 

So Mom fixed the wounds. Daddy decorated them.

Things That Make Me Wonder

This is about random things that I do not really understand,

People go to the beach or a tanning salon to make their skin browner. When meat is exposed to heat it becomes brown because it is cooking. Why would a person want to cook themself?

Why do people run through those narrow streets in front of a bunch of angry bulls? You know someone will be gored.

Why do some people say congraJulations instead of congraTulations?

When a person is 'high' it is because brain cells are being damaged. Drugs, nicotine, and alcohol damage your brain. You are killing brain cells.

I understand about tribal customs and shore leave. Really. I do. I still cannot understand going through all that pain to mutilate your body to get a tattoo.

Sometimes people look for just the right piece of land to build a home. They want to live a more secluded life. They build a luxurious home and are happy. Suddenly they invite a family member to build close by to live there with their family.

Soon a friend decides to build and move in with their family. After a period of time there is a small community. What happened to seclusion?

A small bare piece of land will not support the growth of anything. I will try planting but nothing happens. Then one day a dandelion grows there. Where did that come from?

No one loves music more than I do. Maybe as much but not more. So how come I can't sing?

What do you wonder about?

A Full Morning

My little brother was about three years old. At that time there were only five of us and he was the youngest.

My brother lived a pretty good life. The rest of us were in school so he had Mom all to himself.

After we ate breakfast  the rest of us were off to school. Then my brother's adventures started.

First Mom would give him a penny. As Mom watched he went down the street and turned the corner. That was when Mrs. Bull took over. 

Mr. and Mrs. Bull owned a small grocery store. And they had the best assortment of penny candy.

Mrs Bull watched my brother from the corner to the store. He would go in and choose his penny candy for the day. 

After he paid for it Mrs Bull watched him walk to the corner and turn onto our street. Mom was waiting and watched hum come down the street.

It was time for Captain Kangaroo. After that was Ding Dong School.

One morning just as it was time for Captain Kangaroo to start he suddenly jumped up. He yelled, "Quick! Turn it off!  I have to go to the bathroom and I don't want to miss any of it."

It was a good life.