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Friday, March 11, 2016

My Rules



My Rules

The point in time when we are through
and end each line with the sound of woo
But then that leaves room for more than you
could have imagined in a world class zoo.

The flavor of life that stands so true
Is like a fortress through and through.
I love the challenge of two and two
My rules and such; just out of the blue

Larry Binion
Feb 6, 2015

Monday, February 29, 2016

Pristine Firsts



Pristine Firsts

That first kiss
the first date
the first time to give the heart away
Oh, to catch the joy only once partaken

The very first can only come once
Once here, it is gone
Joy is wasted on the youth
while old folks remember the thrill

Larry M. Binion
2016-01-24

Friday, February 26, 2016

Questions



Questions

Questions
To be answered of humanity
Why am I here?
What am I doing?
Why?

If only I knew.
The circle of life
Life imitates art or
Art imitates life.
Does any of it matter?

Like the throwing stars into the sea,
"I saved this one"
I hope the one that was saved
May just have been
Me.

Larry M. Binion
(March 2015)

Thursday, February 25, 2016

SUZANNE



SUZANNE
CARICATURE #023
Drawn 1997-06-14-221

      With a flourishing script, she wrote into my yearbook. I gaped at her, the most beautiful girl in school was signing my 1962 yearbook because I asked her to. I couldn’t believe it. She was two years older than I was. She was a graduating senior while I was just a 10th grader. I hoped she didn’t notice how stupefied I was. She was way out of my social order. She was of the elite society, very pretty, and highly intelligent.
      Then, abruptly she asked “Where’s your brother, Danny?”
      “I haven’t seen him in the past two years. Where is he?” she queried.
      “He moved to Dallas two years ago”. I said.
      “I’m sorry to hear that”, she said. “I always wanted him to ask me out. I really liked him. Do you care if I sign your yearbook for him?”
      “I don’t mind a bit”.
      “You promise you’ll show it to him”.
      She signed for Danny as well, and turned to the mob who was begging her to sign their yearbook. I was stunned. She had wanted to date my brother, and he had the nerve to move to Dallas. I couldn’t wait to tell him. She could easily have been a movie star queen. She was that pretty.
      It was six months before I saw Danny again. I told him about the incident and showed him what she’d written. Naturally, he wanted to move back to Wewoka to find her, but he was now a High School dropout, and she was already in college somewhere.
      Danny would later finish High School with a GED, but for now his only comfort was to stare at the words she had written to him: “Love Always, Suzanne.”


the wordmaster says:
Wish I had been her age.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

CIDER MANIA (1954)

1998-06-04-267

ESSAY Personal #030

CIDER MANIA (1954)

    Sometime in the summer of 1954, Kiddo had gotten a lot of apples. He decided to make apple cider out of them. He put them is a rain barrel and let them rot. After smelling that awful rotting smell for a week or two, he put some of the juice in a gallon jug.  He took the sample and put it in the refrigerator. When my mother and Kiddo went to town, seven miles away, my curiosity got the best of me.

    Now, I liked apple cider, having had some several times before. I looked forward to it with delicious expectation. At last, it was here in the refrigerator.

    There were two jars in the refrigerator, one directly behind the other. The one in the front had little pieces of apple floating in it and tasted pretty good. The one behind, however, was a lot clearer and tasted much better. I vaguely wondered how two completely different textures and tastes could come from the same source, but I shrugged it off. I was pretty ignorant at eight years old.

    Well, I was at the house all by myself with nothing to do. I decided I’d just taste the apple cider and report back to them how good I thought it was.

    When my mother came back, she had to coax me off the roof. I couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk. I was totally messed up. I climbed to the top of the tree by our house, leaning out and raving like an idiot, and taking chances I never would have taken otherwise. I kept trying to talk to her, but I couldn’t understand why the words didn’t seem to come out right. I was drunk.

    My mother was so mad at me, I thought she was going to kill me. But she began laughing. She laughed so hard she cried. This was the first time in memory Kiddo actually told mother not to spank me. Mother told me later that Kiddo had put some real wine into a jar so us kids wouldn’t know it was wine, and put it in the refrigerator. He thought we wouldn’t  find it. Well, I had drunk about two-thirds of a gallon of the wine he didn’t think I’d find. That wine tasted so much better than the cider.

    They bottled up the rest of the cider. It took a long time for me to drink any more of it, but when I finally did, with every sip I kept thinking that it wasn’t nearly as good as the wine in the other jug. No wine ever appeared in our refrigerator again. Mother saw to that. For that matter, no apple cider appeared in our refrigerator for many  years.

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the wordmaster says:

❝It wasn’t funny to me.❞

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Monday, February 22, 2016

SCRINCHING



SCRINCHING
CARICATURE #030
Drawn 1998-04-01-253

            I had gone to High School with Linda. We hardly knew each other, barely spoke. After High School however, we both went to work at Big Yank, Incorporated. It employed about 600 people, most of whom were women. The women sewed the material together to make blue jeans. It was my job to see to it they had thread, material, and anything else they might need in the production of pants. I was the “Bundle Boy.”
            There were two main lines: the “Blue Jean line”, and the “Dress Line”. Charles Chaddick, my best friend at the time, worked the Dress Line, and I worked the other. I took care of about three hundred and fifty women and Charles took care of about two hundred and fifty. Nita, my floor manager, placed Linda under my care.
            On her very first day I told Linda, if she needed anything at all to just scream. About thirty minutes later, I was startled to hear a blood curdling cry.
“LAAA.........RREEEY.”
            I thought someone had died a horrible death. I came running, breathlessly “What’s the matter?”
            “Nothing. I just need some thread.” She laughed as she scrinched her nose at me.
            “Why did you scream like that?”
            “You told me to.”
            We became fast friends after that. We began scrinching our noses at each other. It was something I’ve never done with anyone before or since. She said the same. We came to be special friends, with a special way of greeting each other. I found she was a happily married woman with a baby girl. But our scrinching was harmless. We kept saying we were going to run away with each other. We told each other the secrets no one else knew. We were friends.
            One day, I had about a thousand pair of pants stacked up almost to the ceiling. As I put the last stack of five dozen on the pile, the entire stack came sliding down to the floor. I was upset. I’d worked on it for hours. Now it had to be done over. It would take the rest of the day to put back.
            “LAAA.........RREEEY.”  Linda needed something. I ran to see what she needed.
            “What do you need?” I asked.
            She answered slowly and deliberately, “You dropped something,” and grinned broadly and scrinched.
            I wanted to kill her. But it was funny.
            We agreed that we probably would have had a good time dating in High School, if we had discovered each other sooner. We probably would not have married each other, but we would have had a good time.
            I really looked forward to going to work each day. She was always a bright spot in my day. One day she wasn’t there. Word spread that she had run off with one of the sewing machine mechanics.
            I was devastated. She had left her husband and her baby. It bothered me that even in jest I had talked to her about running away together. It was harmless, wasn’t it?
            She had never spoken to me about being unhappy at home. I became jealous in a way.
            My friend I loved so dearly had apparently been scrinching someone else.


the wordmaster says:
ŸShe really was a sweet person. I had been scrinched for sure. 

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