Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Chuck Berry

Drempt I was young again, waiting for my man to finish his five years of service, only to have him come back and give me a cheap plastic ring, asking me to marry him.

Crazy me said yes. We were riding in his old car, my mom and sister in the back. I showed them my ring, which was now on my middle finger. We all laughed.

Chuck Berry started singing, as we rolled down the highway I decided not to have children. So, we rolled along, waiting to run out of gas.