Howabout:
Hail, hail, the gang's all here
What the heck do we care
What the heck do we care?
Hail, hail, the gang's all here
What the heck do we care now!
I'm talking gangs... no, not the illicit, out for no good types... I'm talking the wonderful types you run across, jump into, belong to, are a part of, become delectably close to - and enjoy.
Victor, I picture a weird zoo 'college' when you say hippocampus. The heck? Well....
When thinking of gangs, we may be fortunate to be a part of one in the present, but oft times, our gangs are in the past, so they're in our brains. So, of course, I Googled "whereinthehell in your brain are memories stored?" and the answer was in the hippocampus, 'a small, seahorse shaped structure located in the medial temporal lobe of the brain."
Gangs, might start in kiddygarten... run thru Little League, Girl Scouts.. Junior High (oh the sometime hurt of exclusion).. Any kinda hang out stuff... debate, drama, football, cross country, chess club, motorheads, today, the gamers..
A tad later in life... the neighbors.. what starts as two lawnchairs in a culdesac becomes 4, then 12, then a firepit, s'mores, little turds running allover the place, becoming a gang in and of themselves.
"Ahhhh, remember back (use that hippocampus Herb) to when we lived on Snowdrop Circle and us neighbors did fireworks, strung big ole sheets and did movies for the kids.. had one or four too many, us old farts?
Gangs. Gangs are yum. There is a forever connection in gangs.
You didn't ask, but, I've got a big keyboard.. .somea my favs.. the folks I worked with at the City Park as a kid... softball teammates.. Sigma Nu... HS chums.. golf chums... Couple chums that we (whoever 'we' was with me) went out with... HOWABOUT YOU? YOURS?
Down hither.... ifn's you're back in MO, peek over your left shoulder and 'down' a bit.. down hither in Mehico, Puerto Penasco to be exact - there is a unique gang... but really, all gangs are unique. Could be John Knox Village.. The Breakers in Florida.. An Arizona RV Park.. Fishing Lodge in Minnesota...
My excuse for smoking cigs (please don't try, you'll prolly never stop me) is, "I meet a lot of people... it's a great place to talk to folks ya don't know.)
There are many, many, that live in 'PP' year round. And sure, ya got the 2-3 monthers, and the 5-6 monthers.. they are all, parta the PP gang. Salud where everybody knows your name.
I suck at remembering names, so, solly I can't supply 'em here.. but... some talks with folks who were out on the smoking veranda...... "we maintain a 'residence', so to speak, in South Dakota.. we really don't, but, it's where we legally keep our right to vote, come back to the States if we need to.. get our car licensed, yada." Do you speak fluent Spanish? "Not really, enough to get by." Do you like have to get a visa or anything for here? "No, really, hardly anyone does."
Next lady.... "I live here by myself.. have for the past 18 years. It's different, not everyone likes it." And why is that? "People aren't in a hurry.. not much bugs 'em".. 18 years by yourself, you ever get scared? "Nah, not really."
Folks here are a gang with the common theme of PP. Just like your town, group, church choir, breadmaking class, book club... a common interest.
A common theme is 'old fart', simply because, yeah, employment opportunity here is not as opportunist as it is in the States. Ya gots folks of every income class.. kajillionaires, vely well off, mediocres, and, "we are thankful for the inexpensive rent, food, fun, etc." <- ie, po', like me. Don't matter whatya drive, howya dress, if you're here, we like and we welcome you.
I asked onea the PP 'gangsters'... we were at a restaurant, 3-4 blocks from the beach.. How much would an apartment be right here? "Well, there are four one bedroom units where live, right over there.. I do some accounting work for the fella that owns 'em.. .he's kinda failing healthwise right now.. and he charges me $300 a month, but the others are $400 a month." Holy guacamole I could afford guac.
The point being... this is a gang of folks. Wonderful folks. Sure, different, just like where you, I live. It just seems here 'laid back' ain't necessarily a prerequisite, but it must rub off, cause folks are that. Folks peacefully coexist. Just like most gangs.
Gangs are a necessary spice in the cabinet of life. Yeah, yeah, I know, some folks are loners - and, to each, his, her own. Vast majority of us, belong to gangs. If they ain't still active, don't still meet once in awhile, they're up there in the hippocampus.
School. Family. Old fart McDonalds, Hy Vee coffee gang. Bunko. Golfers, even real old ones. Gambling golfers. Neighbors. Church. Business. All kindsa gangs. I would love to hear from someone like Pat "Paris" Ellingson Hains to hear about her Parie' gang. Jimmy, and his Shelbina gang.
All kindsa gangs, Cheers, Salut, where everybody knows your name. You don't forget, we might enhance stories, but we don't forget gangs we are, were a part of.
Hail, hail, the gangs all here,.,.. and in San Diego... Colorado... Houston.. Joplin.. Main Street.. MariMack Golf course.. 36 Moss.. Den Mothers.. Scout Leaders.. Soccer Moms, Dads.. RV clubs.. The Community Center.. Minsky's.. The Corner.. Puerto Penasco.. Gangs withing gangs.. In your, my, hippocampus.
That's all I got, sorry, kinda.
Love, Victurd
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