Sunday, October 24, 2010
Okay, if I haven’t lost you I am getting to a point, when I was 10 years old. My family vacationed in Windover, Utah. Well actually, my Brother Lee, and I vacationed in Utah, My parents spent most of the time in Windover, Nevada. You see the motel we stayed at was in Utah and the casinos were in Nevada.
Keep in mind that it was just blocks away from each other so don’t call CPS just yet. We weren’t allowed to leave the motel. It was hot and temperature of the room was even hotter. The pool was where we spent most of our time. When we weren’t swimming we were sitting around talking to total strangers. The scene if played out today would look like the opening of Criminal Minds and we would eventually end up in a ditch somewhere.
The area around Windover is desert and flat for miles. It was hot as I said before but I do remember the air force base. The F14’s climbing high into the air disappearing from view. We sat there waiting for the next one when someone said they would be right back. They wanted a Soda.
“A soda,” she answered.
“What is a soda?” I laughed. Back then we didn’t call them soda’s around where I lived, we called them pops or by their real name; Coke, Pepsi, etc.
“I’m getting a Pepsi,” she answered.
“Oh, you are getting a Cola,” answered someone else at the table.
“No, a Pepsi,” she demanded.
Somewhere the conversation started about how we say things different, one girl’s soda is another boy’s pop; one boys pop is someone else’s Popsicle. The conversation went on for hours. I even learned that a fag was a cigarette; which blew this 10 year old boy’s mind.
“Really and your parents’ smoke fags?” I asked.
“Yeah, mostly when they are getting pissed,” the tall one answered.
“Whaaaat?” I asked.
So we are all different, from a children’s chance meeting in a motel in the middle of no where to the spouse that sleeps next to you. The trick is to know acknowledge their differences and hand them the whip cream.