"That's If You Make It"

                                                      By kiki

I reminded Connie that Christmas was just around the corner. Then I mention that our 60^th anniversary and my 78^th birthday are also coming up next month “it’s really going to be 60 years?” she asked me, I said “yes, babe, it will be 60 years that we married” “60 years, no wonder I look old and wrinkled” she told me “you old and wrinkle, what about me?, I’m going to be 78 years old”  “that's if you make it” my beautiful and funny wife told me…

Memories of the El Monte Legion Stadium

This story is fiction, but just because it never happened doesn't mean it isn't true.

By kiki                                                                                                                      

In 1955, you and your buddies arrived at the El Monte Legion Stadium dressed in your best threads. After parking your 1938 Chevy, you made your way to the cashier window and paid your 6 bits; you entered the stadium and looked for that girl who would be the best-looking there. You spotted her just as The Penguins, life, on stage, started singing Earth Angel. You asked her to dance, and she said yes; you took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. You put your hand around her waist and drew her closer to you; you whispered sweet things in her ear as your hand started sliding down her backside "bam!" she slaps your hand and tells you, "stop it, I'm not that kind of girl" you asked her "what kind of girl are you?" "I'm a good girl," she replied "well, be good to me," you counter. She pushed you away and walked off the dance floor, leaving you looking like a fool. After a couple of more songs, you approached her and apologized to her, she accepted your apology, and you two danced the night away, and within two years, you were a man and wife.

“You’re a Curmudgeon”

By kiki

Last night as Connie and I were sitting up in bed we started going back and forth over nothing important. But at some point our give and take started to get heated and she started getting annoyed, I could see it on her face, and her eyes told me that I was not doing right by her, I do have to admit I can be annoying at times, like when I talk too much without making any sense.

“You’re a curmudgeon” Connie yelled at me

“A what?”

“A curmudgeon” she replied

“What the heck is a curmudgeon, and how the heck do you pronounce and spell it? Spell it out for me so I can look it up in my pocket dictionary” I asked her

“c-u-r-m-u-d-g-e-o-n” she very scholarly spelled it out for me

I took out my pocket dictionary and punched in the word, and the tiny dictionary told me that I am a “bad-tempered old man” really? And all the time I thought I was a cool dude!

“Hey, where did you get that word, you been reading behind my back or have you been talking to my friend Phil Rice? Now Phil would know that word” I was now mumbling

“Y' know how you always like to say ‘I ain’t squawking’? Well, I ain’t squawking!”

“That doesn't sound too scholarly, dear” that was the only thing that popped in my mind to say to her as a fast comeback

“Curmudgeon,” she said as she popped her head on her pillow, and with that, she was in dreamland.