Ya Get More From A Chevy, Blackjack Gum, ‘Oly-oly-oxen-free’, The Last One Picked, They Double Dog Dared Ya And Ya Got The Light Saber

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

“You get more to be proud of in a Chevy” Now’s that an advertising catch line or what??? General Motors said that ‘bout their 1957 model. It worked, boy did it ever work. That 1957 Chevy was one of the most successful automobiles ever produced. To this day, it’s one of the most sought after antiques in the market place. The “57” Chevy, in the minds of many, the dream car.

And to think the She had a 1957 Chevy, but did the She keep it, Noooooo! Traded it in for a Ford Falcon. A Ford Falcon, a 57 Chevy for a Ford Falcon. Shew……. Talk ‘bout getting on the wrong side of the rope. But I still love her, the She, and her little Ford Falcon of days gone by. But it would have been nice if the She had kept the 57 Chevy.

Just the other day a friend of mine sent me an email of “do you remember theses” type things, and ya know what, I remembered ‘em. It was things like pop machines that dispensed glass bottles… Coffee shops with Table Side Jukeboxes… Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum… I hated that Blackjack gum.

Do You Remember a time when important decisions were made by going… “eeny-meeny-miney-moe”? When mistakes were corrected by simply saying, ‘Do It Over!’? When race issue’ meant nothing more than arguing about who ran the fastest? Not about the color of skin. When nobody even noticed the color of skin, just who ran the fastest.

Back in the day, when I used to be a little hillbilly boy in Weeksbury KY, my very best friend in the whole world was a little feller named Tommy Tucker, and I loved him so. Tommy Tucker was black but I didn’t even know he was black till years later when I’d moved away and left Tommy Tucker behind, and found out there were black people in this world. It was when somebody then noticed the color of skin. Then Tommy Tucker died a hero in Vietnam. Tommy Tucker, such a special friend of mine.

Now if ya remember when ‘oly-oly-oxen-free’ made perfect sense, then we’re talking quality time back in the day. I don’t know where that phrase came from, but I think it’s tied to the “kick the can” game, a German game for kids, and we all know those German games for kids. Oh sure. Those German folks, they had a lot of different kid programs, back in the day. Being hillbilly, we just kinda had to make ours up as we went along.

Then there’s the Worst Embarrassment in the world for being picked last on a team. I was never good enough to be the one selecting team members. I was always relegated to the pool of prospects for the choosing. On more than one occasion I was the last selection. It’s both mortifying and awkward. But that experience taught me how it feels to be looked at under a microscope.

An interesting side note here is, due to the type work I would do in my future years, I have now been both the lookee and the looker when it comes to the microscope. I prefer to look rather than being looked at.

To this day I wonder if those microscopic things I identified in the course of my daily work, years ago, knew I was looking at ‘em. And if they did, did they wish they could look at me under their microscope? Wonder if they’d acid stain me like I acid stained their little butts?

If you’ve never seen the microscopic world, and have a chance to do so, look at it. It brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “there’s a whole new world out there” and it’s a world worth seeing, little, but well worth seeing.

Now I must say, it does build character, being under the microscope . It makes ya more determined to excel in other areas of life. Things like education then become more important in one’s life when you’re selected last to play on the “Red Rover, Red Rover Send Somebody Over” Team, or even “Ring Round the Roses, Pocket Full of Poses”. I never got picked first, back in the day. And so I learned to read. I learned to write. I learned to tell stories. I learned to pain pictures in peoples mind, using words in place of paint. Pictures ya can see with your eyes closed.

Done things where ya didn’t need to have a team to do it right. Built myself a telescope and looked into the heavens all by myself. Looking into the universe is not a team sport. And so I looked at the same stars seen first by Galileo. To this very day, Galileo and I stargaze together, just in a different time.

Back in the day, War was a card game. Oh how I wish it still was a card game. The Middle East has once again demonstrated the cost of freedom from tyranny. Freedom has always been paid in blood, be it American blood or that of other peoples, freedom has always been paid in blood. Libya is no different than any other country in the world. There’s a big difference between freedom and democracy. We tend to think democracy and freedom are one in the same. It’s not.

Freedom’ not to worry ‘bout being killed today, freedom not to worry ‘bout my food being available today, freedom from the government wanting to introduce into my life rules and regulations which will control all aspects of my interactions with my species, freedom just another word for nothing else to loose, but it’s free.

Don’t ya just wish that taking drugs meant orange flavored chewable aspirin in place regular aspirin rather than what it means today? I sure do. It’d make a better world if drugs weren’t a major player in how we feel and think. I just wish it still meant orange flavored chewable aspirin.

I Double-Dog-Dare-Ya. I love Double-Dog-Dare-ya! When men were men and boys were boys and when ya got a Double-Dog-Dare-Ya, ya just stepped up to the plate and took the Double-Dog-Dare-Ya like a boy who knew the value of such things in life and how ya had to stand up for the things that were right in the first place, ‘cause it was truth, justice, and the American Way!

Then ya just stood with all the pride in your whole being when you’d faced the Double-Dog-Dare-Ya, and walked away with your head held high. They Double Dog Dared ‘ya, and ya won! Such a feeling when ya won a Double-Dog-Dare-Ya. It made life worth living when ya were 11 years old. It was as if ya had evaporated into the dark side, then came into view carrying a Light Saber. ‘Cause you were then in charge of everything happy in downtown Toto in 1955.

And that all happened just two years before Chevrolet said “You get more to be proud of in a Chevy”.

Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.

From the EastWing, Ya Get More From A Chevy, Blackjack Gum, ‘Oly-oly-oxen-free’, The Last One Picked, They Double Dog Dared Ya And Ya Got The Light Saber.

I wish you well,