I’m not sure if this is something indigenous to South Florida but it seems that at EVERY street corner there is a guy spinning a sign.  If I want a sub sandwich I pretty much know where I am going to go and pretty much know what I want on it.  If some guy with a Subway sign is bouncing it off his body like Medowlark Lemon that’s not gonna affect my thought process if I desire a sandwich or not.  Aren’t you actually AFRAID of the person that reacts to this type of marketing?

Be the husband that comes home and says “Honey..sorry I’m late.  I saw a guy spinning a sign for ‘Commander Place’ so I signed a one year lease on a two bedroom.  He was such an impressive spinner.  Tell the kids.”  Do ya wanna be married to this master of his own free will?

I can only imagine what my father would think of these sign spinners if he were alive today.  This is a man who bought an issue of Consumer Reports to decide if he should subscribe to Consumer Reports.  When he purchased a new washing machine it took twenty hours of research at his workbench in the basement.  He came upstairs like Grandpa Munster confident that his selection of the Maytag was the best (it ALWAYS was the Maytag with him).  Sign Spinners???  He would laugh, look at me and say “Twenty points!  Thirty if when I run him over he still is holding the sign.”  Of course before we pulled in the drive he would add the following; “Don’t tell your mother!!!”   In the meantime I’ll try to ignore these distractions of society but if the scoring system increases to fifty points…I just might play Dad’s game!

Let me start by apologizing for not posting in a month.  I had a severe respiratory infection that left me on my back for five weeks and without a voice for three weeks.  With that out of the way let’s talk about the first day of school.

My mother dressed me with one purpose in mind:  Make sure my son gets his ass kicked on the playground I looked like a game show host at the age of five.  I had Florsheim shoes, knit slacks that were cuffed, an undershirt and a button down collared shirt.  I dressed better at five than I do now.

Mrs. Munson was my kindergarten teacher at Zellars Elementary.  They had all kinds of cool toys to choose from.  I chose a seven piece puzzle.  David Lurkey also wanted the puzzle I chose and he tried to take it from me.  I handled it like any five-year old would–I punched that little p##ck in the nose.  David Lurkey had cool clothes.  The girls liked David Lurkey.  That’s all fine and good but little David Lurkey got knocked out by a five-year old wanna-be “Match Game” host who wasn’t gonna let go of his puzzle.  See if YOUR mom can get blood out of your cool clothes like my mom can repair a hole in my nerdy knit slacks.

That was a long time ago but not much has changed.  I still dress like s**t, I am surrounded by a bunch of “David Lurkey’s here in South Florida but I also promise you this.  Try to take what is mine….and I will react the same way.  Sorry Mrs. Munson…it’s just the way I am.  🙂