Dreamer!

 

Cowboy “Star” Dreamin’

 

Confession: I admit that I am a “Hopeless” Romantic Dreamer! Be that a “sin”? Maybe?

I find Life ---Awesome! Exciting! An adventure filled with unique events. I can sit in a patio chair under the shading maple tree and fully entertain my feeble mind. Guess I really never did grow-up? Thank God for that blessing; I’ve witnessed myriad adults I do not want to become, not yesterday, presently nor in any future. Think that is too negative? Your choice to decide. I am satiated in my limited existence, been so accused, and guilty, but, I am never satisfied with an attitude of slovenly hypocritical inane excuses for---just…”Good enough”! It is: Right or  wrong!

But, you quickly point out: Life is not black and white! It is complicated. Convoluted. Hard.

That would be: your perspective; not mine. You get to choose; Guess what? So do---I!

I choose not to participate in the “darkness”. Oh! I adore a romantic midnight alabaster pale full moon; that’s inspiration beckoning. And, I’ve counted scores of stars. Dawn soars my spirit.

Another day! Chance! Challenge! Fantasy!! Adventure! Love! Contemplation! Creativity! Invention! Learning! A book to read; many to write! Generosity!  Faith! Family! Freedom! Life!

Television was being born to the mulling masses when I was a kid. Yeah!---Young! Dumb!

We didn’t have a set until I was seven, but I was a veteran “fan” by then. Our “rich” neighbor had a T.V; their maid loved me, taught me to read a clock at age five and gave me free run of the old black and white set. Mary kept me filled with Kool-aid and snacks. Heaven! Great! Wow! Her job was caring for “Grandma”; don’t think I ever saw her; old and slept a lot. I loved Mary.

I liked evening news with Jon Cameron Swayze; he showed fighter jets in Korea. Awesome!

By the time we got a television set, the three networks had regularly scheduled shows during the week with fantastic cartoons on Saturday morning and sports and movies the rest of the weekend. I have always adored “Baseball”; I also became an avid movie fan: cowboys and war.

Lone Ranger and I rounded-up bad guys; with Superman won Truth! Justice! American Way!

Too much? Probably! Why? Recently I dreamt that I moseyed on down to the Long Branch over Dodge-city way. I paused at the batwings to peer inside. Too short to see over the top, I peeked through a hole left by a missing door slat; the place was booming. Oh! Boy! Let me in!

Loosening the hammer-thong on my trusty six-shooter and hefting its feel, I sashayed on in.

Nobody seemed to notice; not even one looked my way. Hmph! I pushed up to the bar.

“Rye!” I growled toward the barkeep; he ignored me. I cleared my throat. “Rye!” Came a whisle-chirp. A few men close to me laughed; I felt my face flush in anger and embarrassment.

Sam, the barkeep, brought me a drink---Milk! More laughter. “Put it in a dirty glass!” I said.

I moseyed over to a poker game. “I’ll take a chair!” I demanded. They pointed to an empty table and laughed. “Sonny,” said Big Al, “this game’s for real cowboys; you take a seat yonder.”

As I sat alone, sipping my milk out of a dirty glass, (God! I hate cow-juice), a bar gal sauntered over. “Buy me a drink? Handsome!” She cooed. (Go ahead! Laugh! It’s my dream!)

Looked like she’d be real friendly, ’til she got her drink. (She hated cow-juice, too!)

Anyway, fast forward, the middle stuff is kinda boring. So Marshall Matt Dillon strolls in, comes right up to me and says, “Killer! The Bolton boys are robbin” the bank. Come on!”

Well! I don’t want to bore you, again. So? Let’s just say Matt and I put the gang in jail.

Yes! Sir! I am a dreamer! And, I’m awfully “Good” at it, too! I get lots of practice; I do!

Hmph! I’ll just bet you never rode with Matt or the Ranger, or, flew with Superman!

Thought so! Okay! So? Maybe  they won’t release my movie. Ha! It just might---escape!

(Headin’ on back to the Long Branch; that bar gal ought to be done with that milk, by now?)

Amen!