Peepers and Polka Dots

I'm listening to the peepers singing out on the pond.  Catbird Lake is welcoming spring....


This is just like what's out back!

I'm really thankful for my beautiful surroundings and for the friends that have returned to me via the internet.  I'm remembering all sorts of stories from my misspent youth....

We used to hitch hike.  Nice girls like us, we used to hitch hike.  It was 1971 -- nice girls -- a little free spirited, but we needed to get from the dorm at American University to the Safeway to buy groceries.  We didn't have cars -- we were freshmen. (Or, maybe fresh women -- certainly fresh meat -- and yes, there were predators.) My friend, Robin and I were two 18 year old hippie chicks -- both of us voluptuous -- a red head and a brunette.  Can't remember if we were wearing patched jeans or cut offs with peasant blouses or granny dresses.  Whatever our get up, we would have stopped Robert Crumb dead in his tracks.    

It was a beautiful spring day, a day much like today.  We walked across campus to Nebraska Avenue and stood on the grassy slope adjacent to the road, thumbs out.  Birds were singing and flowers blooming -- everything seemed right with our little spot in the world. In short order, a small, unremarkable American car stopped.  A plain, unremarkable young (but not to us) man in his late 20's or early 30's leaned towards us and asked, "Want a ride?"  We started down the slope.  As we approached the car we saw him point down at his lap.

There, protruding in all its splendor was his perfect, pink, penis - presented to us with a red polka dotted silk handkerchief wrapped ever so smartly around the base of the shaft.

"Still want a ride?" he asked looking at us for our response.  We backed away from the car. He pulled away, one hand fiddling with the handkerchief.

To this day, I can't see red polka dots without revisiting that scene in my mind.  But it makes me chuckle.

So, did we wise up?  Did we go back to the dorm and call a cab?  Of course not.  And the next car that stopped was a vintage Jaguar with leather seats and wood dash.  It was gorgeous and driven by a gentleman.  We did our shopping at the Safeway and made it back to the dorm.

And we went on to hitch hike again.  Hitching is not the safe way! More tales to be told at a future date.  I want to bring Robin in as a guest blogger.

I moved to Massachusetts from DC after college -- my hitch hiking days were over.  Safeways turned into Stop and Shops.  I've since moved back to NJ, but I still always drive with the radio on.


Love ya, Jonathan, miss ya Joey.