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Don Locke: Lookin Thru Bifocals

I was flipping my TV channel changer when I caught the tail-end of: “They may even know the most personnel, devastating, secrets you carry, and are hiding-skeletons in your closet, as it were.” First off I don’t know who “they” are. I assume it is some scare tactic regarding some sort of electronic surveillance (personal spying) going on. 

Caused me to think about what I have that may be classified as immoral or subversive or my trying to overthrow the Government. 

With that I began taking a mental inventory of the top drawer of my dresser-you know the drawer that has the small divided compartments… where we keep stuff that needs throwing away. The last time I looked there were two 12-gage shotgun shells; I don’t even own a shotgun. Also an old guitar pick, two or three golf tees (I don’t play golf), and a very short piece of chalk. I recall seeing one side of a pocket-knife handle; an assortment of keys-some were ignition keys. I don’t own an automobile. A virtual treasure of stuff-all of which fits nothing or is much good for anything. I suppose I could mark on a blackboard with that piece of chalk, but I don’t have a blackboard. 

I did find about 65 cents in the bottom of an old shaving kit and an old dull, used razor. Well, 65 cents won’t buy much, and an old dull razor won’t cut much. There wasn’t any room in my closet for skeletons too many pairs of old shoes and clothes, some old and too small. I did see our vacuum cleaner we store there. On the top shelf I spied both my summer and winter cowboy hats, and an old 5-string banjo neddin’ strings was parked in a corner. Since I don’t play in a cowboy band anymore or drive cattle from San Saba to Ogallala, my cowboy hats rest there. For the life of me, I can’t think what anybody would charge me with. I had my spring bath two weeks ago. 

Kindest regards…… 

 
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