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A Grand Piano on Ice
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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...a pleasant winters evening, there's a park with a frozen lake, an amphitheater descending to it, just a few meters from the shore there stands a grand piano with bench.
I park the jeep and go down the stepped seats to the shore, wonder, the weather is so unseasonably nice, if the ice will hold me, but it's holding the grand piano, isn't it?
Stepping onto the ice, it breaks beneath me, I go into the water, there's a powerful undertow and I feel myself being dragged around the lake, under the water, but manage to grab onto something and pull myself out...
...a couple of girls, standing near, are watching, one tall and thin, the other shorter and curvy, the tall and thin one jumps in after me, going to attempt a rescue but I've freed myself, only now she's all wet...
We walk together out of the amphitheater, to the street above, both soaking wet, I'm grateful for her attempt at saving me, I'll give them both a ride home so she can change their clothes...
...beside the lake, on a steep stepped slope, there's a young skinhead truck driver, he's got a tuk-tuk parked behind him and is seated beneath on a step, only the tuk-tuk is at a steep angle, the wheel overhangs the step, and I go to warn him, yell watch out, but he's engrossed in talking to someone, ignores me, and the tuk-tuk falls forward onto his back, he's pushed forward but keeps talking....
The girls, I want to give them a ride home, feel bad she got soaked, but now I can't find my jeep, it must have been towed, and the parking lot to the amphitheater is filling up with cars, there must be a concert later, there's people on the street, mobs, fighting, it's busy all of a sudden, I'm upset about my jeep being towed, the girls assure me they're fine, I go into my wallet, to offer them money for a cab, I've got an American $20 and $50, offer the wet girl $50 for her inconvenience, I can't afford this, can't afford to find my jeep and pay the towing and storage, she takes it, is debating, her friend is telling her no, she's thinking it over...
The School of Life
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Ideas & Questions
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I've been but I didn't make any notes. Not these notes, they actually describe me pretty well. Clearly I've got some work to do...
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Ralphie
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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And Ralphie's in, with his child bride, 20 some years old, he's my age, trying to impress us, I'm not impressed, good-luck-buddy- easy to catch, hard to hold...
They have a kid, a year old or less, in a bassinet sat upon the table, I think about it, my life, starting again at 50, I have 2 already, no-way...
But Ralphie's putting a good face on it, doesn't know better, thinks he's impressing us.
They leave, tip well, cleaning up the table in the linen I find his phone.
He calls. He'll come and pick it up. "Not to worry" I assure him, "I''ll drop it off", he only lives a few blocks away. And I try to talk the nephew into dropping it off, he's done, it's polite, but the nephew will have none of it, he's got plans after work, he's busy, I excuse myself for 5 minutes, drive up, drop off Ralphies phone. He answers the door in his housecoat, bottle of Grey Goose in a little generic Xmas wrapping, this is his thank you, I decline but he urges me to take it, "It's only liquor", and I return to the restaurant with the trophy to show the nephew what an ass he was, a large return on a small effort...
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