posted on Jun, 16 2009 @ 08:58 PM
All the best, Frank.
20, huh? I vaguely remember those halcyon days. Lemmie try to remember...
The year was 1966 and I'd spent the summer living in my old car that I'd gotten from my uncle. It was a '51 Ford and it could be seen parked on the
beach every night from June to September. It was great getting away from my parents and I made gas/food money by drawing portraits of the people who
came down for a swim. There were tourists and townies (it was a small beach town) and I somehow did alright by them. Decades later, some would even
say they still had their drawing framed and hanging at their house. Eventually I moved to that beach town and I never left.
One night when it was really cold, a cop came to my car and knocked on the window. Rolling it down and asking "what's up?", he said "Lock the car,
son, you're coming with me."
I had no idea what he intended, but the upshot was a nice warm (open) cell and blankets and a free breakfast in the morning.
All told, it was a fantastic summer.
I hope yours is even better than mine, Frank. Happy birthday and a ton more of them.