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But… I’m Good At It!

I’ve been terrorizing Barry, telling him how he’s pretty much famous world wide, due to my blog, so here’s a repeat of my favorite. Read the rest of this entry »

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But… I’m Good At It!

I’m still thinking about that upcoming reunion and … the dance. Arlene assures me they won’t make me dance, but I’m not so sure I can trust her. Anyhow, it all reminds me of my childhood pal, Barry. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blue On Blue

Well, it’s almost here! One week from today, we will be in Buckeye, Arizona, the location of my mostly misspent youth. That being the case, I’m going to post a story about those days of harrowing yesteryear each day from today until I return. I bet I have some brand new tales to share with you when I get back! The following is one of my faavorites about my old pal, Barry. Read the rest of this entry »

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Is He Okay?

I will be attending a reunion/celebration in my home town of Buckeye, Arizona this September, so this seems like a good time to tell you about something that happened at another reunion the BUHS class of 1968 held. It was in 1988, and as far as I know it’s the only one our class has ever been able to put together. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blue On Blue

My best friend, Barry, was a good-looking, popular guy. He was funny, and all the girls dug him—for brief periods of time. What I’m saying is Barry would have no trouble at all getting a girl to “like” him when we were in the seventh and eighth grades, but keeping his true love for more than a few weeks–for reasons I never knew–was not going to happen. Read the rest of this entry »

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Puppy Love

Since we’re on a dog theme, I thought I’d slip this little ditty in on you. I’m wondering if any of my pals and gal pals from Buckeye remember those 7th and 8th grade dances we had at the elementary school cafeteria? I sure do, and this poem pretty much how they were for me…

 

Puppy Love

Recollecting Junior High dances

Ah, they were fear personified

Boys all huddled against one wall

Girls in bunches on the other side

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Black slacks, white shirts, shiny shoes

Pretty dresses on giggling girls

Boys sporting crew-cuts and cowlicks

Little ladies in pigtails and curls

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A brave lad would stroll across the room

His true love a vision in pink

He’d ask her for a dance somehow

Though mind and lips were on the blink

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Once the brave lad had broken the ice

The rest of the boys crossed the floor

Hearts thumping and eyes open wide

Thinking, what am I doing this for

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The scene was the same at each dance

Boys swearing, she’s the one I dream of

Until the next dance; a brand new romance

For alas it was only puppy love

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Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

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