Thursday, July 01, 2010
The Car Accident Conclusion
As always, I finished my milk and cookies, thanked Television for saving the day and helping me to process my feelings, and turned televison off.
And that's what I'm gonna do for the girl that scrapped the side of my house and caved in the door of my beautiful electric blue 1997 Mercury Sable that's still running like a champ despite the damage. I'm gonna get an estimate for the car and I'm gonna bring it to her house a long with a sweet little letter from Captain Corky explaining to her something, something whatever something the Livingston Mall, The Apologist, something, Eric P, something,1989.
Note: If I give you a ride in the Sable make sure to put a pair of safety goggles on. The broken glass keeps coming and coming and coming no matter how many times I vacuum the bitch.
Even though the system can ultimately fail you, Richie Cunningham's fundamental philosophy never does.
And I'll extend my hand to the girl who hit my car just like my parents extended their hands to me back in 1973 when I was their kid living in a very broken system.
It's the most important thing I've ever learned and despite a little turmoil in my life here and there, I learned the lesson at a very early age.
Writing this brings me back to something willSIX wrote for me a long time ago when I despratelty needed a smile.
When I was younger some folks often mistook this simple act of putting my hand out as some kind of ego trip and that made me smile. Later as egos got bigger some mistook this for stupidity, and weakness and lots even told me so, and I just smile.
When I was living in Red bank and kind of lost a friend came down and did what I did for him years earlier. And you should see how big the smile on my face is right now just thinking about it.
Basically this the episode of Happy Days where Richie, Potsie and Ralph are about to get pulverized and out of a casket or in through a window comes the Fonz to the rescue. Those episodes are always a good time.
I look for Richie and the Fonz everywhere I go and they always show up in the most peculiar places. I found one in Tenlytown when I looked up and a guy painting a window on a forty foot ladder once, and wound up spending three years of my life drinking beer with him and a few others like him at bar called Babes Billiards. And again, people made the same mindless assumptions that they always do about people they don't know. Sometimes at the bar as I was sipping on my Bud draft this would make me smile.
I can go on and on and on, and I will cause writing this feldercarb really, really makes me smile. And it helps me sort out the endless amount of reruns in my head. Just not right now though cause I'm past due on some much needed sleep.
I'll leave you with this: I hope that end of my life, or yours which ever comes first, we get to look at each other and have one last smile together. That's all that matters to me and that's all that ever will.
P.S. I’m going thank Garry Marshall for all the inspiration and then ask him for the money to fix the door on my car cause the Fonz doesn’t live in Louisville, Kentucky, unfortunately.