THE GIRLS OF SUMMER
(…god bless them all…every one…as they parade us by…)

After all those extra long cold and snowy days of winter, and all those dreary floods and wets of spring, much like those swallows which return every year to Capistrano, here come the girls of summer…again.

And it is indeed an enjoyable parade to watch as they sashay by in their skimpiest of deshabille, their hymn to the warmth of our summer sunshine, in an almost retro-shift back to those 60’s times when mini and micro-mini skirts, see-through tank tops, and fish-net leg drapings were all the rage.

While now relegated to a more or less spectator-only condition by our “elderly” status, and thus no longer considered active “players”, we still have some capability of participating because…one never becomes too old…to look, or unable to give them a very warm and approving smile, wink, and a nod.

So, while the whole world seems to be once again racing off to hell in a hand-basket, as it did back then as well, let’s be grateful for all those girls of summer… god bless them…every one…as they parade us by. Things would just be too depressing…without them.

CENTURION