Kissin', parkin', sparkin', hangin' out. Such delicate subjects for a family newspaper. Well, the truth is that family issues have now become so public that I don't know if much of anything is really taboo anymore – at least not with some people.
Most human beings have, at some point in their life, had a special moment with someone from the opposite gender. It was a time that created a spark within ourselves that might last a lifetime. As time passes with some couples this feeling may sadly fade. I can say that for my wife and I the spark has been alive for over forty two years, but I have to admit, time has changed. As we look back at the things that we used to do when we were young, we now realize were really crazy.
No longer do we have a desire to climb into a dune buggy and ride endless trails through the woods along Bogs Gully or Spring Creek with reckless ponder. No longer do we enjoy the hours of sitting in a car, watching a drive in movie, fighting the heat and mosquitoes that invariably occur while at an outdoor theater. Getting up before daybreak to go deer hunting is still okay, but if the weather is not good I'm going stay right there under the covers. When I drive my tractor, I no longer jump off the step to the ground, but now I hold on to the steering wheel and gently let my foot hit the ground. No longer will I climb onto the top of a wall while a house is being built and walk the plate line. I won't even climb much more that eight feet off the ground anymore. I try to avoid climbing under my truck to work on it because I don't like getting the grit and grease in my face. Getting up and down off the ground becomes difficult sometimes.
Yes, life changes and the things we used to do in our youth are still fun to think about, but no longer actually performed. Take the first few words in this story. Now don't act like you have never snuck a kiss from someone behind the trees or a set of bushes. It all starts in grade school and, as we become adults, we have all probably found ourselves in that special place where we can be alone together. Regardless if you dated on horseback buggy, maybe in your '57 Chevy or Ford Mustang, or your dad's car, it didn't matter. You still found that special place that you thought was tucked away while you took time and smooched with your new found girlfriend or boyfriend. It's part of life.
A favorite place my wife and I used to frequent while we were dating was Spring Creek Park. It used to be called Brown Road Park, Harris County Park or just The Park to the locals, but that was a place where as teenagers we could find quiet time together.
A couple of weeks ago after forty two years of blissful marriage I once again found myself in The Park with my beautiful bride sitting next to me in a parked car. The only obstacle between us was the console of the car. For a split second my mind flashed back to many years ago, but alas, we were there for a different reason this time.
While driving to church last Sunday I glanced at myself in the rear view mirror and there to my shock and amazement was a LONG, LONG nose hair! It was a white nose hair on top of that! A long white nose hair staring at the world from the inside of my nose! I cried out to my wife and she told me just to push it back in, but every time I did it came poking out again with every breath I took! I tried grabbing it with my finger to no avail and about that time I remembered I had some nail clippers in the car so as luck would have it we were right there at The Park! I swung in and parked the car. Once recognized as a place of my youth, but now here I am with the girl of my life next to me and all I was doing was trying to clip off an aging nose hair!
Life goes on!