Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Thanks For The Memories
It's a warm Saturday evening in July, I just got an ice cream cone from Foster Freeze and I'm waiting at the bus stop for the 57 MacArthur to pick me up and take me to High Street in East Oakland. I got a brand new boombox that Vida Blue gave me and I'm blasting Elton John's Benny and The Jets. I spin around a couple of times and I lip the lyrics. My plaid bell bottom pants and silk shirt give me that Hollywood player feeling.
The A's won their first world series last season (1972) and it looks like were headed for another pennant. My natural is looking good, my mother took the hot comb to it and gave me a blowout. I'm thinking about the dance tonite at the recreation center and about which young honey I'm going to hold tight on one of those slow jams. I can't wait. Al Green is playing now, and the sun is setting. What could be better than this. Good music, new boombox, fine threads and my team headed for the 1973 worldseries. In this city of Black Panthers, Hells Angels, war protesters, activist and hustlers you have pick your moments of joy. I knew at that moment the world was mine. I soaked it in and milked every second until that bus arrived. Life is good was all I was thinking. I was learning a very powerful and profound principle. Live in the moment. Tomorrow is not promised and today is all we got.
Over thirty years later, I still live my life that way and it has been a blessing for me. If we live in the moment, we can cherish the memories. Reggie, Vida, Catfish, Rollie, Charlie O, Joe Rudi,
Sal Bando, Campy, Herb Washington, Mike Edwards, Bill North, Paul Linblad, Matt Alexander, Ken Holtzman, and the entire A's teams of the 70's thank U.
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