CHUGA-CHOTI

The coolest thing about growing up on a neighborhood street was the inventiveness and imagination me and my friend had. For example, we used to pick trash looking for beer bottles that we took to the bar near our school to get the deposit money back and then buy candy and baseball cards. The bar was named Getty's and they told us every time that this was the LAST time "don't do it no more" the bartender would say as he gave us the coins. One time we found a broken kiddie carriage that Jerry pushed me around in, crashing into trees or car wheels. We named it chuga-choti and my balls still remember when the crashes didn't go as planned. Memories.

OK, it's Saturday and NFL playoffs will be watched and it just happens to be the first posting since starting the heart-slower-down med - - - what?, it may be 2nd or third, so what? My mojo's different {better} and I'm getting this into words for posterity and various and sundry reasons. Can't help it if I'm so in love with her.