Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Dreams

       While  walking the dogs, they stopped at their favorite tree to irrigate it. I  happened to look up and notice a kite dangling from a low branch. The tail hung down just low enough for me to be able to reach it and release it from its capativity. Instaneously, I was reminded of the many Sunday afternoons that I would fly a kite with my sons. Watching the kite  soar and float so high against  a clear blue sky was always a joyous sight to behold. We would  for an afternoon, and as the winds would let up, the kite would become a victim of branch.  The kite would always be torn beyond repair.Its not that the tree acted in malice, it just happened to be there.
 
    I held this kite observing its unreversible damage, and suddenly I was overcome with a whole other perspective.......my mind wandered back to a time and place that is rarely frequented.......
 
   I was in my Senior year in High School, it was a Friday and my friends had arranged for a beach blanket night party near Coney Island Beach. Six guys packed in car, headed off to the beach with a giutar, blankets, a pack of cigarettes, lighter fluid to set a beach fire and a bunch of dreams about meeting some new babe!  One of the guys in our group had asked his cousin from a distant neighborhood, to bring her girfriends to the beach, the thought of meeting new faces was exciting!
 
    We found our spot at the beach, and set up camp. Once the fire was going strong, out came the guitar, the cigarettes and then the songs...."Puff The Magic Dragon", "Blowing In The Wind", "Catch the Wind" , "California Dreamin'.".....As the guys began "pairing off with the girls" I decided it was time to take a solo walk along the shorline and commune with Mother Nature. The slow rolling of waves, the scent of the night mixed with the cool ocean was the perfect partner for me. On my way back to blanket, I passed by a lifeguard chair. A soft voice called down "Hi There!" I returned the greeting and asked how the view was from up there. "Come on up and see for yourself" she politely invited me. I climbed up, sat down and introduced myself. There was no moon that night, I sat up there in  a shroud od darkness. "You sing pretty good" she said. "Oh, so you're with the group?" I asked.. "yes, I came with them, not sure why, the way they carry on.....I guess I just didn't want to be alone tonight".  From there the conversation opened up, we talked about the pressures of being High School seniors, she told me that she went through High School not having a boyfriend and the effect it had on her.We spoke of the  hurts that are inflicted upon us without others even knowing. "Marc, you seem like a really nice guy, I feel like I know you....I hope you don't mind.....could you put your arm around me?"  "SURE!" I said as bells whistles sirens and alarms went off in my head. She slid over and tucked herself beneath my arm and we continued talking. A few minutes into our conversation a girls voice called out from below "Hey Ivy, c'mon down we're all going over to Nathans for a bite to eat...the guys will meet us there, so you two lovebirds can continue there!"...
 
    She climbed down from the stand, I still could not make out her features in the darkened night. "How will I know how to find her?" I thought. I quickly climbed down and headed over to the car where my friends were waiting for me. They all looked at me with smirks...they broke out in song.."going to the chapel and we're gonna get married".......I defended my honor with..."hey guys, I was 5 minutes away from having one hand up her blouse....so puff that in  your magic dragon".....The drive to Nathans was 5 minutes, but all the while I wondered....what does she look like...who is this sweet girl that is so inviting?
 
    We parked the car, hopped out and strutted by the eatery looking for the girls. "Marc!"..I heard a voice call out..I stopped, I recognized the voice, it was hers, I turned around and saw many faces..."Marc, hi its me, Ivy"....She was short and very, very pudgy, a rounded freckled face, and red curly hair. Nothing close to what I imagined, and physically speaking, no chemistry. My friends pulled behind..."oh, its the bride!" they chimed. I smiled at her....said "Hi....don't pay any attention to them, combined have an IQ of my age....Now, how about a Nathans Hot dog!"  We found a table sat down and continued to talk. We talked about the Viet nam war, she asked what I would do if I was drafted. We talked about horoscopes, first pets, and favorite TV shows. In the time it took to eat a hot dog, we got to know each other so well. "Time to go" her friend announced. She looked at me and mentioned that this one one of the best nights she has had and then asked if she would see me again.I knew she lived very far from me, and seeing her again was unlikely.
 I asked for her phone number, she wrote it on a mustard and coke stained napkin. "Call me please" she said....and then got up and left with her friends. I placed the napkin in my pocket.
 
   I never did call her again....but held onto that napkin.....I knew that napkin represented a hope, a dream......and I just could not trash it.
 
   Our dreams are born out darkness,  like kites, they float high above sky, soaring above our fears and beyond the shadows cast upon us.......but, dreams are like kites, they eventually fall.......only to find their way, getting caught by a tree, torn and becoming lifeless........holding only the joy that sailed in them!

13 comments:

nhd106 said...

Beautiful...sweet, entry.   I wonder if you would have dated her if she had lived closer.   Touch call.  Still, a wonderful night for you both...
Nancy

ally123130585918 said...

Marc you have the knack of transporting me to another era ~ and I enjoyed riding along with you in your memories ~ thanks for the trip ~ Ally

robinngabster said...

That is so sweet Marc.  The night I met Michael he had asked me to dance. It was the last dance of the night so I went to the bar and wrote my name and number on a napkin. Under my name I wrote "Call me for dance lessons"

He was a very good dancer and I thought if I got him to teach me I could get to know him better.  

He went home and told his family he just met the girl he was gonna marry.  He did call and he kept the napkin.  Now married 12 years...we have the napkin in a frame hanging in the hallway.

;)

lifes2odd said...

Hmmmm, how come you never called?

bedazzzled1 said...

This is just so YOU, Marc. The chemistry might not have been there when you saw her in the light of the room, but you would never have been rude to her the way some guys would have been. I love that you sat and chatted with her. You made her very happy.

I do hope she found love and has been treated well. She sounds like a sweet, kind person.

::hug::
Nikki

eml625 said...

Marc, how very sweet of you. You find the good in everyone.
Love the story.

Ellen

softbluemist said...

Marc, you are quite the story teller.
What I find amazing is looking back on my dreams and seeing how some dreams I  had are not important now at all, yet others I have never stopped striving for.

onemoretina said...

How lovely.  Because of you, this gal had a wonderful memory of a special night.  Tina

siennastarr said...

I'm so glad you didn't walk away from her and hurt her feelings.  So many would have, especially being in high school and all.  It's was all about popularity  and being cool back then.  You're a good man, Marc!  (Said to the tune of "Your a good man, Charlie Brown!"  :)

Jackie

philadlfiagrl said...

call her

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slyracing1 said...

You are a wonderful story teller!!!  Please keep up the great writing! Enjoy your jou
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Kendra

libragem007 said...

awww Marc..that was nice of you to even ask for her number even though you felt there was no chemistry..the funny thing though..she said "please to call her" so she probably knew...
wonderful entry.
Gem :-)

inafrnz247 said...

OH gosh... this is beautiful and heartwrenching as well... what you spoke about, at the end, is so very true.  I'm speechless beyond this.  Michelle