*Very* heartwarming post Turq; many thanks for your "rudeness" :-)
--- In [email protected], TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > I'm going to be rude and follow up on my own post > here, but these guys and gals just inspire the hell > out of me. What a concept, eh? And what joy on their > faces to be shocking audiences, and making them laugh, > and making them cry, and above all *getting away with > it*, in a society that had all but written them off. > My hat is off to them, revealing my own bald spot and > graying hair. > > Many of us here are not that far away from the age > ballpark represented by Young At Heart. And, I have to > say, many of us here are probably going to be kickin' > Senior Citizens. > > Can't you just imagine Curtis toolin' down the corridors > of his rest home in a lowrider wheelchair, complete with > dingleberries? Can't you imagine the pretend outrage of > the female nurses as he pinches their butts in passing? > > And can't you just imagine Sal pinching the butts of the > male nurses who are distracted by the commotion? > > Can't you imagine all of us gathered around a campfire > in the back yard of the rest home at night, making smores > and listening to tales of power told by Edg Duveyoung and > Rory and Tom T and tr3nity and new.morning? Lou could > tell our futures, and Off and Bharitu could point out > the conspiracies that are really creating those futures. > Jim and do.rflex would be sitting off to one side, talk- > ing with Guru Dev. Robert Gimbel would perform poetry, > accompanied by Curtis and card and other musicians in > the group. Vaj and I would still be lying, and Judy > would be trying to point that out, but everyone else > would pelt us with smores and tell us to lighten up, > and we would, and would even share a toast to it. And > sitting there, beaming like a Cheshire cat, would be > Rick, surveying his work. > > And we'd have a lot of FUN, and sing and dance and party > like it was 1999, and we'd stay up WAY past angel train > time, until the neighbors called the cops on us for > making all that infernal noise while they were trying > to sleep. And then, before the cops get there, we'd > serenade our sleepy, younger neighbors with one last > song, ending the evening like Young At Heart does, > with a rousing chorus of Forever Young: > > May God bless and keep you always, > May your wishes all come true, > May you always do for others > And let others do for you. > May you build a ladder to the stars > And climb on every rung, > May you stay forever young, > Forever young, forever young, > May you stay forever young. > > May you grow up to be righteous, > May you grow up to be true, > May you always know the truth > And see the lights surrounding you. > May you always be courageous, > Stand upright and be strong, > May you stay forever young, > Forever young, forever young, > May you stay forever young. > > May your hands always be busy, > May your feet always be swift, > May you have a strong foundation > When the winds of changes shift. > May your heart always be joyful, > May your song always be sung, > May you stay forever young, > Forever young, forever young, > May you stay forever young. >
