I was up with the Sun this morning and I went and hung some clothing to dry and then went into the multi-purpose room one of the purposes of that room apparently on Friday mornings is to screen episodes of "Leave It to Beaver" -the late 60's (I believe) era sitcom.
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I've seen my share of that show, which was already in reruns by the time it entered our home, in black and white, through our family's Zenith Color TV.
Especially once I had attained the age of "the Beaver," who is the namesake character of that sitcom, despite being mentioned last during the opening credits, almost like an afterthought.."(...and, oh yeah,) Jerry Mathers, as The Beaver!"
I think the stars were whomever played Ward and June, and the rest were in order of their age. Unless there was a minor character like Beaver's teacher, who might be billed beneath the 8 year old Mathers...
But, maybe it was in 1969, that I was deemed old enough to watch a show about a boy my age. (The "summer of love" sorta rings a bell, haha.) I was 7.
I think at least one Camaro of teens left from our street en route to the Woodstock festival of music and love. I think it was Billy Curtis, possibly with a friend and their two girlfriends.
And I think they wound up coming back after encountering a traffic jam and a reported heavy thunderstorm, which now could be fact checked, perhaps.
I think they just wimped out at some point. I think they each had a girlfriend in; and because of; the car. Those might have started whining about the car not going 60, and having no 60 mph breeze to cool their pretty faces.
Then, of course, a downpour that forces the windows to have to be rolled up, turning the Camaro into a steam bath -the kind of steam bath in which you have to share the air with your girlfriends..
Then there was undoubtedly a "who's it gonna be, again?" summit.
And with a "Santana, Jefferson Airplane... Hendrix...I forget who else," the Camaro was spun around, the windows cracked open, and Billy and Bobby Curtis written into history as being whimps, at the generational level.
One was making six figures "in computers," at last check, and ditto for Bobby, who became a pharmacist...
I couldn't find a volume down button, I was the only one in the sacred heart multi purpose room.
It was my intent to do the "morning papers" as per the rule set by Julia Cameron in "The Artist's Way" book, of doing these longhand pages of three; keeping the pen moving, until the third one is complete "first thing in the morning," every morning -non negotiable.
These are thrown in a box never to be read by you for, like; 10 years.
This allows you to have an attitude of; I'll never see this again; when struggling to keep the pen in motion during gaps between words in the head.
Well, I gotta say that I'd never tried to write the morning papers with Leave It To Beaver playing loudly in my ears, and a retreat to the sun room (actually a greenhouse type cove) only seemed to amplify the Beav's voice.
I can't think of any show that has come out in the past couple decades that could make the pen stop, and me get up and shuffle across the sun room floor to lean into the main room to see what was going to happen next.
"Ward, I Think You Were A Little Hard On The Beaver Last Night..."
Or, in this instance; what Eddie Haskell's black eye was going to look like, and whether or not he would put a raw steak on it.