Daryl wrote --
I may be slow at times, but not that slow. :)
I'm not slow, and not fast...so that makes me half-fast. <G>
I often use a line from here in Memories years ago, when someone said
they "weren't a slow driver nor a fast drive, but a half fast driver".
That has stuck in my mind all these years.
I remember back to first grade.
I have memories of my kindergarten teacher. A somewhat large woman, who smelled of perfume I think she bathed in.
And her dark blue early '50s Buick with the starter button under the gas pedal and her starting it up, pressing down the gas with the engine coming
to life with a deep growl and rumble.
Another around that time was being fascinated by windshield wipers.
I would get on the hood and push and pull them back and forth.
One time my mother came to the door telling me to stop that, I was going
to break them. I scurried off the hood at once. (You didn't mess with my mama. Her word was law!)
Time passes, and we are going down a street in a pouring rain and the drivers wiper is going back and forth then suddenly it flew off the car. My mother looked at me and said "I told you where going to break it". Never
said anything about that again.
Going back to Charles' post about memories, that was burned into my mind
but years later asking my mother about it she had no memory of it.
Joe
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