Saturday, August 20, 2016

ODE TO A FRIEND



         LEVI, CHS '51

There is a friend
                      who
came along...on 
                       this Earth
'Bout the same time
                        as me
or a year earlier


We went to grade school
                         on opposite
sides of town and thus 
                          didn't "meet"
until later on at church in the
                           church choir
Where I learned to "sing bass"
                            standing beside
                                     him
and even an A-Flat was as low as
                             I could go, then...
barely


Now, as I look back, on those
                              Happy Times
It's a miracle....and God's Hand that
                               we're still here

For...

My new daring friend, a year older, was 
                              already driving
                                   a CAR
and  make no mistake, that Boy had
                                a gift---he could
                                       DRIVE


His dad owned an old '36 Plymouth, when
     floor-boarded went
             seventy-two MPH, sometimes
west on the "Stockyard Road," with all
                                   its intersections


Jumping "Santa Fe Ditch" there west
                                    of town
again...at max speed...and could that Boy
                                     land a car
                                        SMOOTH 
Okay, maybe a little initial jolt



We did stuff like...snuck off to Texico
                                       and shot Pool
at that Pool Hall on the south side of
                                        the highway
So utterly and deliciously e-vill it all seemed
                                         at the time


We once't slipped off eighteen miles
                                          down to Portales
and saw a Marilyn Monroe "show"....we  didn't
                                           say "movie"
until later in college, when we were "suaver"
                                             

Nary a drop of booze ever touched 
                                             our lips
all thru high school...for we were taught
                                              "not to drink"
But one night, bored and all...things 
                                               were slow
in Clovis on Main Street,  and we headed 
                                                out west
forty miles to Taiban, where Clovis people went
                                                to buy
                                                 their booze
  

There wasn't much to see...a seedy little
                                    wooden BAR building
and six or seven cars...place all  lit up
                                                   we didn't stop
Our drinks at the time...were "cherry cokes..."


We liked coffee too and there on Main Street
    just south of the Green Stamp Store sat
                                                    a little hut---
A greasy spoon cafe, as if from the Thirties

We liked it...and often went there,,. no tables
    just a counter and stools...a Juke Box
                                                   that was wont
to play "My Happiness" when we were there
                                                   and had nickels

It also had a Pin Ball Machine that my friend loved
                                                    and I never
could get him away from it so we could drink
                                                    our coffee
                                                     civilized-like
And I reckon he tilted that pin ball machine
                                                     more
than all the other players ever---totaled up


Gasoline was about twenty-five cents a gallon
                                                     in those years
                                                     luckily-so for us
and at say twelve mikes per gallon, we could do
    a lot of "Dragging Main" iffen we each
                                                      kicked in 
                                                      50 cents


Not to worry about our wearing out those
                                                       marvelous 
Red Bricks of Main Street...we tried hard...
    with all the other kids...but those bricks
                                                        laid down
                                                        in 1918
are still there, worn by now a bit, but more beloved
                                                         than ever

(You see, when a Clovis kid writes about old friends,
   Main Street becomes a part of his thoughts.)


The (to-be-acclaimed) CHS '51 class  was launched into
                                                           the world
for better or worse...we all went our separate ways...


My friend became a noted Geologist and worked in
                                                           several countries
Our paths crossed a number if times...it was always
                                                            a happy meeting
and we indulged in a favorite thing 
    (for we were both avid students in Dora Russell's
                                                             SPANISH THREE)
We talked Spanish then,  as we did in high school...



We finally retired and corresponded  rarely in those days 
                                                               before computers
Then in December 2010 I got Henry I, an iPad
                                                                and nearly wore
                                                                     it out
                                                                 in amazement
My friend and I began to write each other again...


One day March 2011, BE said to me: "You ought to be 
                                                                      writing...
you're talented." My first raw piece went on MIL'S PLACE
    March 31, 2011. Since then there have been
some 560 stories, poems, and some  are fine pieces from 
                                                  friends of old Clovis Times


My dear friend is Levi. After I had written six or eight
   pieces, I needed some encouragement, and 
I sent one to Levi....

He wrote back something like this: "You write uncommonly 
                                                               well, and I think
our English teachers at old CHS would be amazed and proud."

At a time when it was most-needed, my old friend came
                                                                 through, sincere-like.


So this piece is to tell you that my friend has always been
                                                                    there---loyal, true,
                                                                    steady--- bright,
                                                                    and ever---fun!
Here's a closing surprise, he is one of the best 
     and sharpest writers of that whole class. Two of his
pieces are on MIL'S.

Vaya con Dios, mi amigo estimado.

*******************
A TRIBUTE
BY MIL
5 July 2016






        

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