A Bit of Doggerel, first.
I don’t know where I’m at, and I don’t know how I got here.
I don’t know where I came from, I forget where that might be.
I don’t know where I will go from here, or how I will ever get there.
But one thing I really do know, is the pleasure of your company.
Recently, on a warm summer’s day, Peggy and I took a walk. It was one of the many ploys we engaged in, to gain privacy.
We walked westward on E. Warren till we came to Van Dyke. We hung a ‘left’ and went south to Mack. The Eagle Dairy ice cream parlor was our immediate goal. They had dropped their price for a double dip cone to a nickel to keep up with the competition from the Blue Ribbon Ice Cream Factory on E. Forest.
From there, with our tongues lashing away at our dripping, creamy lips, we traveled east to Seminole. Thence, a right turn took us south through the enchantment of Indian Village. There were no detours or tarrying. The River was our goal.
We would rest a bit in Memorial Park and spark a bit to keep ourselves aglow.
From Jefferson, we found our north bound trail. Burns Street was always a favorite because it took us back through the Village. Also it took us to Pingree Park, a Rest Area, if there ever was one. In the late of afternoon, the lovers took over the park and none of them ever stared. They were too busy, doing what they do and what we did. A kiss a kiss, a hug a hug??? That was all.
Two other walking venues were the Gratiot Avenue ‘Shopping Adventures’ and the Grosse Pointe ‘Two Different Worlds’ we lived in.
Note: I began this bit of nostalgia with the word, “recently.” ‘Recently’ was 65 years ago. But to me, it seems like a couple of deep breaths.
[[Darn it! I tried to sneak in five smilies, but I was chastized and I already sent the check in.)
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