Back in the Day

 

One day in the not so distant future, I

shall be known as the “late, not so great.”

And that is okay by me, never needed

the fuss an muss of notoriety. Just plain,

Chris, “old what’s his face,” will do.

Life treated me generally much the same

as it did you, I suppose—sometimes fair

and square, sometimes not. Who’s taking

account, anyhow?

Just lucky, I’d say, to have made it three

quarters of a century, a fair accounting

on the ledger of longevity.

One thing which most folks whom have

known me do not know, I was born with

twin toes, one pair on each foot. Noticing

that peculiarity, my mother cried at my

birth. The doctor assured her it was not

such an unusual trait, and it did not

qualify as a disabling or deforming

abnormality. And for sure I can say

it never affected me adversely over

my lifetime in any way.

Now that I think about it, I may have

used my twin toes as a convenient excuse

for those who didn’t know. I didn’t pass

the test in eighth grade because I have

twin toes. I didn’t run the race or came

in last place because my twin toes got

in the way. Why were you late? Oh,

didn’t you know, I had to take care of

my twin toes? Wanna see ‘em...no?

Actually, the doctor who delivered me

originally was right, my twin toes never

affected me either way, positively or

adversely. Perhaps they should have done

a brain scan on me initially. Some weird

things, I have discovered over time, are

inherent with me. But then, they didn’t

have MRIs back in the day. That was

1947, 75-years ago. Lots of strange shit

happening back then they didn’t know.

                             -30-

Chris Hanch 3-13-2022