TOTAL MAELSTROM PART XXX

After W.S, left, I went on a drinking binge.  Alcohol affects me in strange ways.  It opens doors of observation and abilities I never soberly had,  It was true,  For example, I beat a chess player five games in row and he had a U.S, C. F rating.  The secret was to meaure my drinks so I was never really drunk drunk.  Just drunk..  I know all the arguments about alcoholics believeing their mind is enhanced when it isn't.  Trouble is, mine actually was.  It was walking a fine line, one drink more and too soon would plunge me into absurdity.  I thank God I never got into drugs.  To me, alcohol in the just right amount, swept away all impediments that came from ingrained programs that were downloaded in my childhood.. To prove my point, I cannot remember my last hangover, never had a DUI.  I was a highly skilled stoner.  I preferred a very fine Scotch.  After a good load, I called Whirly back and told him I wanted him to come back ASAP and take me back to Tulsa.  He did so, and without any advice to give.  So, here I was, back in my town of ago, back in 1952, seventy-three years of age, here I was three days ago, and now I am back.  It really didn't matter much anymore.  Time only works to both degeneration and very interesting experiences like the one I was experiencing.  Whirly dropped me off at the DX gas station across from 216 S. Frisco.  It was three in the morning Tulsa time.  After assuring him that this was needed and I would be OK,  he left.  It was like I was being guided by some unseen guide.  I must go into Aunt Nora and Uncle Lem's house in back of Grandma and Mimmi's house.  No thoughts of right or wrongs; morality was not in my deck of cards right then.  Something greater in store, something profound. No one locked their doors back then.  I entered  the house from the rear; a screened in back porch that had been over grown with Morning Glory Vines.  Moonlight was filtering through and left little splotches of a bluish white on the old floor.  The heat brought out the night insects singing their "cherreee...cheereee"  I crept into their bed room.  it was both a bedroom and their living area.  A chair or two, a few small tables,  an old clock on the wall still ticking..its pendulum swinging their lives away.  They were having a wonderful sleep if snoring is any indicator.  Both hard workers all of their lives.  Now, just waiting.  I wanted to go upstairs to the hot attic where there were racks of old clothes..dresses, suits. hats..all dusty and just waiting ....all testimonies of a younger day,,,,the wedding dress, the tuxedo....all just waiting....and one year from now, Bobby and Farm girl would visit Auntie and we would climb up here and she would try on Aunties dress and she talked me into stripping off my clothes and trying on Uncle Lem's Tux.  We laughed and laughed and frolicked...but this is now and that was to come.  (to be continued)