216 Frisco part 2

1949...I WAS TEN, AND ALTHOUGH THERE WERE NO VISIBLE MANIFESTATIONS OF PUBERTY, THERE WERE LITTLE RUMBLINGS INSIDE OF THINGS TO COME.  EMOTIONS ATTENDED JUST ABOUT EVERY THING I SAW.  THE YEAR BEFORE, DAD BOUGHT A BRAND NEW 1948 PONTIAC SILVER STREAK TWO DOOR SEDAN.  BLACK WITH WHITE WALL TIRES.  IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL CAR.  IN THE CENTER OF THE STEERING WHEEL WAS A DISC WHICH WAS THE HORN.  IT HAD AN EMBLEM OF AN INDIAN CHIEF WITH HEAD DRESS.  LOTS OF REAL CHROME.  WE  TOOK OUR SUMMER TRIP IN THAT CAR. MOM AND DAD IN FRONT..ME IN THE BACK....I WAS ONERY, I GUESS, AND WAS EXPERIMENTING WITH PROFANITY AND SHOCK APPEAL.  IN ONE TOWN, I THREW A PIECE OF PAPER OUT THE WINDOW ON WHICH I HAD WRITTEN.."DAMN..HELL, SHIT" OF COURSE, WE CROSSED THE MOJAVE DESERT WHICH WAS TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF IN ALL THE DIRE WARNINGS IN ORDER TO SELL "DESERT WATER BAGS"..ICE...AND RADIATOR BACK FLUSHES.  MANY BILL BOARDS...."WARNING, 300 MILES OF DESERT AHEAD"  PLUS SKULL AND CROSS BONES.  WE DID STOP IN BARSTOW AND FILLED UP. A CAR WAS GETTING A BACK FLUSH.  TO ME, THE GRILL WORKS HAD EXPRESSIONS RANGING FROM SMILE TO PAIN....DEPENDING UPON HOW THE CHROME WAS SHAPED...I SAW A CAR BACKED INTO A STALL...THE GRILL WAS GRIMACING....STEAM AND WATER GOING EVERY WHERE.  I ACTUALLY WAS CONCERNED AND HOPE THE CAR WOULD BE OK. IT WAS THE MECHANICAL VERSION OF A COLONIC IRRIGATION.  ONE THING I REMEMBER SO WELL, WE STOPPED AT A MOM AND POP MOTEL IN TUCUMCARI, AND WHAT A WONDERFUL THING.  A LARGE CIRCULAR LAWN AREA WITH CHAIRS AND TABLE.  IT WAS DARK AND A DIM LIGHT FROM OFFICE MADE IT POSSIBLE TO READ MAGAZINES WHICH WERE ON THE TABLES.  I THUMBED THROUGH A POST AND CAME UPON A PICTURE OF A MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL..ABOUT MY AGE.  SHE WAS LOOKING RIGHT INTO MY EYES,,AND...I LONGED FOR HER.  THERE WAS A STRANGE WORD BENEATH HER FACE...EPILIPSY....I SOUNDED IT OUT..WHAT WAS IT.....I SO LOVED HER...TULSA WAS A THREE DAY TRIP.  DAY ONE TOOK US TO FLAGSTAFF, DAY TWO TO TUCUMCARI OR MAYBE AMARILLO, DAY THREE ON IN.  TULSA WAS THE MOST EXCITING TOWN TO DRIVE INTO BACK THEN.  THEY HAD ONE OF THE MOST IMPRESSIVE SKYLINES ANYWHERE.  NOT DUE TO TOWERING SKY SCRAPERS, BUT A NUMER OF TALL BUILDINGS THAT HAD CERTAIN SHAPES THAT GRABBED YOU.  NOTHING LIKE TURNING THAT FINAK CORNER ONTO FRISCO....THE END OF A HOT DAY..MANY OLD FOLKS SITTING IN PORCH SWINGS..THE LAST PINK FLUSH ON SKYLINE...THE KATY DIDS (SP?) WERE STARTING THEIR ODE TO THE NIGHT..."CHERREEEE...CHERREEE"   LOT'S OF HUGS FROM GRANDMA AND MIMI....SO WONDERFUL..SO VERY WONDERFUL.....I DID SPEAK OF THE VERY.....UHHH. CUTE AND PRECOCIOUS GIRL NEDXT DOOR...SHE WAS ALSO VISITING HER GRANDMOTHER...REALLY..DISCRETION PUTS LIMITS....WE DID WALK TO JERRY SMITH'S SIDE WALK GROCERY AND GOT STRAWBERRY POPCICLES THE NEXT DAY.   SHE DID SAY..." I LIKE YOU..I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT....I DIDNT KNOW BOYS LOOKED LIKE THAT....AND SHE ASKED ........(THESE DAYS, ONE MUST BE CAREFUL WHAT THEY WRITE..IT IS A PERVERSE AGE AND COMMENTS CAN BE MISTAKEN FOR OTHER THAN MEANT TO BE)  SO LET ME PULL THE CURTAIN OF CHARITY OVER THE REST OF THIS PARTICULAR.  LOTS LOTS MORE RE 216....THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET...THE B.