posted on Aug, 23 2016 @ 10:06 PM
a reply to:
BASSPLYR
I know. I was pulling your leg. It probably just felt like a nibble.
Actually, I used to live there, on 238 Moreno Drive, exactly across the street from Beverly High. The place was intimidating. I was always trying to
be invisible. Everyone else was being driven by chauffeurs -- lines of fancy cars. Since I lived so close, I would hear the 7 minute bell and try to
run fast enough to get pasts the flag pole before the 3 minute bell, or I'd be late for class because of having to freeze on the spot to salute the
flag.
My mother was an exhibitionist, so the place was right up her alley. She drove a red T-bird convertible, and she would stretch her left hand out
really far when she turned, and wiggle her fingers so that everyone could see her rings and bracelets. I'm her solar opposite. I had one pair of white
tennis shoes that had holes in them, that I would cover with band-aids. But this was the early '60's so it was really a place full of memories, but
mostly fear.....I was afraid of the Jews, of all things. I was coming from several years of Catholic boarding schools and such where they taught that
the Jews killed Jesus. I did't know what any of those words meant. But on the first day of school, with my cross dangling over my blouse, my other
pointed to that one, tiny piece of jewelry I owned and said, "You might want to tuck that in so it doesn't show." After that, for weeks I had
nightmares of being tied to a stake while the Jews danced around me!
(Sorry...someone said that ATS is cheap therapy....but really, I'm just having a bit of unfiltered fun. Think of me sometime when you are riding
through and hating the place, and think of some of the unexpected absurdities that came out of the place!)
Fishy (see me sticking my left fin out and wiggling it?!) Kaelici had a nice picture, but it's the wrong fin...maybe they swim on the wrong side
of the waterway over there)