Day 13

Patiently waiting for spring.

Bright, pretty but cold today. Hmmm, that reminds me of a woman I used to date. No names, no names.

When I dated her I believed she was either just a tease or she dated me because she was killing time between boyfriends. Later in life I decided I was half right. She wasn’t a tease, she was just emotionless. Now, even later in life, I’ve decided she was emotionless with me because I wasn’t offering her anything she wanted. So I was still half right, I was just a space filler. I can live with that…now.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned that I’m a pack rat. yesterday I came across a bag that had many beat up paperbacks. Some of them dated back to when I was in high school. The oldest was a copy of Never Trust A Naked Bus Driver by Jack Douglas. When I bought the book I thought it was hilarious, and so did Jack Paar. For the young, Johnny Carson took over the Tonight show after Jack Paar left it. For the really young, Jay Leno took over the Tonight show after Johnny Carson left it. At any rate, Jack Douglas was a regular on Jack Paar’s show as well as being a writer on the show.
I trusted Jack Paar’s judgement on what was funny. I had also read his book, I Kid You Not, and had enjoyed it. There was also Alexander King, another regular on the show, who had written May This House Be Safe From Tigers which I also liked. Maybe I was a Jack Paar fanatic in my teens, living in the midwest. What he liked, I liked. I was lucky that the branch library I frequented rotated those books through and I could check them out.
Thumbing through the book yesterday I stopped and read a page here and there and realized that my sense of humor had either wilted or matured. I guess I find fewer things funny these days. Then I noted in the back of the book an ad for a paperback version of Justine by Lawrence Durrell. That book is, of course, the first in “The Alexandrian” quartet. All four of those books are great reads. The prices on the books were amazing, fifty cents apiece for the first two, and after you are hooked, seventy-five cents apiece for the final two. What happened to those days? We’ll not see there likes again. I didn’t get around to reading the quartet until I was in the army. I’ve read them again a couple of times so far, and enjoy them as much or more with each reading.