Arkie John
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Yesterday, our beautiful Ashlea received her senior ring. It is a gorgeous thang...no doubt. For what we paid for it, it SHOULD be. She has worked so hard this past year and is doing well. The ring is the highlight of every junior's year.
I suppose it says, "You've arrived." Yup I reckon that's what it's sayin' to HER.
What it's sayin'to me is, "Geese, it's been 40 years (gulp) since you received yours. Did I say FORTY YEARS??? Forty years. Bless my soul how time flies. Forty years. Where has the time gone? What have I done of worth in that time? And worst of all, I'll be luck to have 25 years left from now, so what am I to do with whatEVER is left???
I go back down the line and remember all the great stuff that has come my way and I realize how very blessed I really am. But there is little comfort in knowing that it has been FORTY YEARS since a scrawny kid from Saline County had his parents sweat blood in order that he might have HIS senior ring.
I still have it by the way. I was talking to Lil' brother tonight and he had his about 6 months. "What happened to it, Thomas," I asked. Oh, Darlene Cox wound up with it and I never got it back. "Get it back," I demanded. Tom, bein' his easy-goin's self said, "Oh hell, I don't even know how to contact her now." I said, "She probably remembers you as the best lookin' man she EVER dated and cherished that ring to this day!" "Yeah, sure thing," he said. He just doesn't have the heart to ask for it back.
Oh well, the senior ring thing has really rung my bell, as you can tell. I reckon I can pray tonight that Ashlea's ring won't wind up in some boy's sock drawer in six month, until after I am dead and gone.
Does it really matter? Damn right it does. After all I sweated BLOOD for that (nearly) three hundred (gulp) bucks. (Did I say three hundred bucks??) I'm thinkin of puttin' an ad in the school rag...somethin' to the effect of the only things that belong in boys sock drawers are....socks. Maybe not.
Forty years; have mercy.
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I suppose it says, "You've arrived." Yup I reckon that's what it's sayin' to HER.
What it's sayin'to me is, "Geese, it's been 40 years (gulp) since you received yours. Did I say FORTY YEARS??? Forty years. Bless my soul how time flies. Forty years. Where has the time gone? What have I done of worth in that time? And worst of all, I'll be luck to have 25 years left from now, so what am I to do with whatEVER is left???
I go back down the line and remember all the great stuff that has come my way and I realize how very blessed I really am. But there is little comfort in knowing that it has been FORTY YEARS since a scrawny kid from Saline County had his parents sweat blood in order that he might have HIS senior ring.
I still have it by the way. I was talking to Lil' brother tonight and he had his about 6 months. "What happened to it, Thomas," I asked. Oh, Darlene Cox wound up with it and I never got it back. "Get it back," I demanded. Tom, bein' his easy-goin's self said, "Oh hell, I don't even know how to contact her now." I said, "She probably remembers you as the best lookin' man she EVER dated and cherished that ring to this day!" "Yeah, sure thing," he said. He just doesn't have the heart to ask for it back.
Oh well, the senior ring thing has really rung my bell, as you can tell. I reckon I can pray tonight that Ashlea's ring won't wind up in some boy's sock drawer in six month, until after I am dead and gone.
Does it really matter? Damn right it does. After all I sweated BLOOD for that (nearly) three hundred (gulp) bucks. (Did I say three hundred bucks??) I'm thinkin of puttin' an ad in the school rag...somethin' to the effect of the only things that belong in boys sock drawers are....socks. Maybe not.
Forty years; have mercy.
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