Tuesday, April 3, 2007

APRIL FOOLS

Many (many) years ago..................

  She said "yes, Saturday night will be fine, what time will you pick me up?"

It was the girl that occupied 7/8ths of my mind for several weeks, courage and trust converged and she said "yes" to a date! My mind began to plan the night out on the town........

I was attending college classes in the morning and my afternoons and Saturdays were spent working in New York City. My workplace had me pass down the streets of Madison Avenue, where the stores that cater to wealthy are lined. My first move was to a fine mens clothing store where I was admiring this one shirt that was displayed in the store's front window (where the remaining 1/8th of my mind was at!).The shirt cost me the equivalent of two full days of pay, but do the math, 1/8 plus 7/8ths, it's a perfect fit!

 My personal excitement ramped up as I showered, shaved and manicured myself from every angle, and finishing myself off with a touch of cologne. I carefully removed the pins from the gorgeous finely tailored shirt, and felt the new level of elevation it brought as I buttoned it up.

I made my way to her door, and knocked......the sounds coming off the wood door were mirroring the sounds coming out of my heart. She opened the door, her eyes twinkled with approval, and her smile...."Marc!   wow.....Nice shirt" ..and then she winked.  A smile and a wink.....I was done.

It was the first week in April, we went into New York City to see the movie "April Fools" starring Jack Lemmon and Catherine Denenuve. It was about two people who had everything except a fullfiling relationship, despite the fact that they were both married. The movie details their meeting and how they spent an evening "on the town" and quickly fell in love.

After the movie, we walked down the avenue of the romantically light town. I took her into a fine dining establishment , which because of the late hour, was nearly empty. The waiters catered to us, I'm not certain if they were getting a kick out spoiling two young adolescent diners or if my Madison Avenue shirt and shoes was telling them a big tipper was in the house!

The waiter came to our table and prepared from scratch, a Ceasar Salad (he even tossed in a raw egg...somehow we did worry about salmonella back then!). A piano player played an endless chorous of love songs, and we spent what seemed to be an entire  night staring into each others and echoing smiles and laughter.

Every year at this time, my mind plays host to this warm and wonderful event from many years ago...

...I am tickled this night from long ago remains vivid. I have been rightly accused of having an imagination that runs wild, like some outlaw. ....And now I see this outlaw running faster, afterall, it trapped in a body that is surrounded by time...time that is passing.It knows that one day, these precious memories will lose some of their glimmer. Time is like a sheriff, the days are it's bounty hunters..I feel them coming after me....the law says....we must move on. So before this wild imagination gets captured, or gunned down in a shoot out...I will stash my loot of precious memories right here.

No matter how "far from my youth" I may wander....I'll know just where to find it!

 

12 comments:

nhd106 said...

Captivating with detail.   I love your writing...and the way you "feel" most everything you can.  

Nancy

libragem007 said...

Hi Marc,
stopping by to say hello...and to let you know what a wonderful entry this is!
Wishing you and yours a wonderful Easter,
Gem :-)

eml625 said...

The magic of New York and young love. What a special memory.

Be well
Ellen

mutualaide said...

Lovely story.  Glad you shared it with us.

Have a Blessed Easter.  Kathy

ally123130585918 said...

Such lovely memories of a wonderful night ~ it deserves to be written down and never forgotten ~ Ally
http://journals.aol.co.uk/ally123130585918/Lifewithally

rdautumnsage said...

And they say romance is dead.....thank you for proving otherwise. This memory is truly beautiful and now is it not only shared among friends, but held safe for those days yonder when all we have left are memories. (Hugs) Indigo

mariebm56 said...

Great memory, look forward to more of your wonderful moments!
Marie

iiimagicxx said...

"Marc wow nice shirt!" When will I be able to tell you this??
Okay, on a more serious note, thank you for your message on my blog. I have now corrected my mistake with the H missing in camomile. I knew there was something wrong, looked in my dictionary and it gave me that, only difference with the French, there are 2 Ls. My dictionary must be obsolete.
You would certainly keep the shrink away from me if you were near me.
Very nicely written. I almost thought it was the star of a novel
Have a very good day Marc,
Valerie
http://journals.aol.co.uk/iiimagicxx/surreality/

iiimagicxx said...

Marc, just wanted to mention it... I can talk :D
Valerie
http://journals.aol.co.uk/iiimagicxx/surreality/

sunnyside46 said...

this is a beautiful sweet story
Marti
http://journals.aol.com/sunnyside46/MidlifeMusings

wildautumn1 said...

How romantic. Your words are so eloquent & picturesque!

onemoretina said...

Ahhhhhh ...... May your memories remain forever unclouded, and available at a moment's notice !    Tina