Roy and Joni (Chapter 7)

   Roy and Joni (Chapter 7)   When Dreams and Hearts Collide 

                  (Please read previous chapters first)

Joni was a wonderful mystery to Roy. What he knew about her was based on just one meeting and some general comments volunteered from Larry. Maybe it was what Roy didn't know or even want to know that made this special creature so exciting. Biographies were for school work. Roy only wanted to be near Joni and to mutually seek to experience the joy and uniqueness of that magic that exists between a man and a woman. Roy was drowning in a sea of love and he didn't want anybody to rescue him.

Joni was a product of a broken home--her father left her mother when Joni was 12 for a woman 18 years his junior.  It is a gross understatement to say Joni's mother didn't handle the divorce in an adult manner. For several months after the divorce her mother would drink in the house and just before passing out, or going to bed, she would rant and rave to Joni about how bad her father was, and in fact, how terrible all men were.

Later, she graduated to the local bars and clubs to drink with fellow female friends who were traveling down the same divorce road to recovery. The talk was always the same: They each had done 
nothing, not one thing, to cause their divorce.  A couple of drinks later, it was about working overtime to make house and car payments, children's dental expenses not covered by the insurance from the ex, and the latest counselors their children were seeing--again covered by the ex. Before the regular Friday night ex-wives club meeting broke up, a few of the members expectantly called their baby sitter to announce they would be a few hours later than promised. They did not mention they had an after meeting appointment with a new male acquaintance. Joni's mother married one of her new acquaintances when Joni was a junior in high school. Joni and her step father had an unspoken peaceful co-existence understanding. Neither would bother the other. Joni's mother liked it that way. Her step-father liked it that way and Joni liked it that way. Happy family conversations only happened on the Ozzie and Harriet Nelson TV program---never in Joni's family. 

When Joni started dating, she had a perspective about males that was in large measure shaped by a mother who distrusted all men and a father that had hurt her mother. Up until now, she was a surrogate warrior for her mother against her father and her own war against all men. She had lots of notches on her weapon of choice---breaking hearts after a warm build up then the big break up. Something was happening with Roy---never been on date with him. Friday could not come soon enough.  

                                     (To Be continued...)

Roy and Joni (Chapter 6)

Roy and Joni (Chapter----6)—When Hearts and Dreams Collide  

                           (Please read previous chapters first)  

                                 

Words have power. Words can strengthen. Words can weaken. Words can calm. Words can excite. Roy’s well thought out, romantically expressed, letter produced a kaleidoscope of feelings in all parties---Roy, Joni, and Larry.

Roy wondered, before Larry’s communication of Joni’s “Yes”, if his letter would illicit the response he sought. Had he been too direct? Had he been direct enough? Would Joni be able to measure the depth of his feelings for her? Perhaps she might think he was insincere. If she accepts his invitation for a date, where would their all too brief friendship go next? He had produced his best effort and nothing could be done now to alter anything in the letter. In sum, he was pleased, more than pleased, that his feelings were well expressed in the most important letter he had ever written. When he had negative thoughts about the effectiveness of his letter to  Joni, the remembrance of her fragrance and especially her kiss always served as a “Fail Safe” emotional backstop. In his room, Roy tuned his shortwave receiver from international broadcasts to Top 40 stations. He never thought this would ever happen.

It was Joni who thought about Roy’s letter in ways new to her. For the very first time, she wondered about someone else’s feelings besides herself. She had a mixed assortment of feelings of excitement, pangs of guilt for rushing the one night relationship, and sensing Roy was too innocent and sweet to be played like all of her previous boyfriends. Her honest anticipation for Friday night’s date with Roy was surprising to her. Normally, thoughts of an impending date were always focused on what to wear. Maybe a little, very little, about what was planned for the date? She kept asking herself, “Why am I letting a 45 minute conversation, one dance and one kiss have such an insane impact upon me?” Furthermore, she silently wondered how a country boy, with no phone, could write a letter that sounded like a Shakespearean love sonnet. In a way, she regretted asking Larry to read the letter over the phone. After all, it was a private letter designed for private reading.

Surprisingly, it was Larry who was conflicted like never before. How he wished he had never permitted Joni to talk him into reading Roy’s letter over the phone. He felt a certain amount of joy in hearing Joni’s acceptance of Roy’s invitation. Yet, he was jealous of his best friend’s writing. Larry thought about things Roy described when he was dating Joni; however, he knew he could never say or write in a manner that had such an immediate and profound impact upon Joni. Larry had heard many Sunday School lessons and long sleepy sermons on jealousy and covetness. Nonetheless, if his spiritual state were measured just now, it would be in the alarm producing red zone. He knew it and that made him feel worse. Larry was jealous of his best friend. Furthermore, he could kick himself for not trying harder to restrain and retrain Joni’s radar searching eyes. He simply gave up and gave in. How dumb can one man be? Larry rationalized his jealousy by predicting the Roy and Joni Show would be cancelled after just a couple of performances.

                                                          (To be continued)

  

Roy and Joni (Chapter---5)

                      When Dreams and Hearts Collide
                        (Please read previous chapters)

Larry called Joni Sunday after lunch and asked, “Will you be home this afternoon? I have a letter from Roy for you.”

“Larry, I’m sorry we are going to my niece’s first birthday this afternoon. How about reading the letter over the phone to me? Okay?” While she awaited Larry’s response, she twirled a lock of her blonde dyed hair which rested over her right eye.

“Joni, I don’t feel real comfortable about doing that because the letter is in a sealed envelope.” When he said that, he held the envelope up close to his desk lamp. This external examination confirmed a folded letter was inside.

“Come on; he’s your best friend and you and I dated a few months back----s-o-o-o it figures we are all friends here. Go ahead open it and read it to me.” Joni’s line of reasoning was flawed; however, he thought about their short but torrid romance and convinced himself it was probably OK.

“Alright Joni, I don’t like it, but I will I’ll tell Roy why I read it over the phone.”

“Remember Larry, you and I were once special friends, very, very close special friends.”

This was the clincher for Larry. They were very, very good friends. His memory tape went into playback mode. Who could say no to a girl who could kiss like Joni?

Larry tapped the envelope on his desk to insure the letter was settled at the bottom. Even though he felt like one of those communist spies on TV, he tore the envelope open and withdrew the hand printed letter and read it out loud.

Dear Joni,

Do you believe in love at first sight? Before I met you I didn’t know whether I did or not. Now, I’m a believer! Since that wonderful Friday night I have thought of only you. I have never felt this way before. Also, I’ve never written a letter like this before.

I so very much want to see you again; to be near you. I want to inhale your intoxicating fragrance that awakens every part of me , to hear you laugh, and to look into your eyes once more.  Please say yes to my desire to come by your house at 6:30pm this Friday night. We’ll take in a movie of your choice, followed by a burger and a coke.

If possible, let Larry know of your willingness to share a Friday night movie with me. He’ll draw me a map to your house. Please say yes.

Your not so secret admirer,

Roy

PS: Please communicate your decision before Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting. I’ll be anxiously awaiting  your Yes.

There was an unannounced silence for a few moments. Joni spoke first, “Wow! I sure do like the way that farm boy writes!”

Larry, swallowed hard and said, “I can’t believe that’s the same Roy I know! He normally talks about his shortwave radio he built and his dream of going to State Tech to studying electrical engineering. Joni, what in the world did you do to Roy?”

“Well you ought to know. You once told me no one could kiss like I could. You and I had lots of practice; I only kissed Roy once---but it was a good one. Tell this cute Country Romeo I’ll be ready and waiting for him Friday night.”

Larry was happy for Roy; however, he could not forget his red-hot dating experience with Joni. She sure could kiss, thought Roy’s best friend.

                                                To Be Continued

  

Roy and Joni--(Chapter 4)

             Roy and Joni         ( CHAPTER 4)
                         Please read other chapters first

Roy’s dear Joni letter was unusual---in both content and construction. Larry received it Sunday morning prior to Sunday School at the weekly “Meet and Greet” gathering in the Fellowship Hall. The letter was sealed; consequently, Larry had no idea of what was inside. Later he would learn about the letter---more than he ever wanted to know.

Both going to and from church, Roy was very quiet, even more than normal. For the first time in his parent’s memory, he ate only a small portion of Mom’s beef roast and co-cooked carrots and potatoes. As soon as Sunday dinner was over, he asked to be excused and went silently to his room. 

Once inside, he retrieved his  draft letters from a waste can, the one with a big green 4-H emblem on it, and read them silently and then he whispered the contents of the final draft out loud to hear how it might sound to Joni. Thank goodness he dropped the “How are you? I am fine.” Opener after draft #2. That’s junior high stuff; kid’s stuff; and after all this is the big leagues. As he practiced on the lined yellow tablet, her face, her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her flowing, shiny hair, her head-turning figure and a thousand other features that would fill up a big pickup truck were front and center on his mind and in his heart. He could almost smell her breath taking perfume and taste the sweet residue of their first real kiss. She had captured his apt attention and ruled his entire personhood. He wondered how it was possible to simultaneously feel pride in writing his authentic love letter and feel more than a little fear that his letter was too short? Too long? Or maybe, just Goldie Locks right? For better or for worse, the letter was in Larry’s possession and would soon be given to Joni.

 The short letter, carefully printed on one sheet of Mom’s light blue stationary, boldly said:

Dear Joni, 

                                             To Be Continued....

Roy and Joni (Chapter 3)

Roy and Joni: When Dreams and Hearts Collide

                   Chapter 3 (Read previous chapters first)

Roy woke up in Larry’s Victorian style house Saturday morning; put down five prize-winning pancakes prepared by Larry’s mother, got his few things together and drove the family’s old rusty Studebaker truck back to his farm. The events of the previous night now seemed dream like; he was afraid he would awaken and everything, especially Joni, would just be erased from his mind, and his heart. Sure, Roy had some girl friends in the past, but Joni was different. The 12 miles from Larry's seemed to evaporate into oblivion.

He arrived just as his Dad was preparing to bale some high quality alfalfa hay in what was referred to in the family as “The Back Field.”. The fast-warming sun had removed all of the dew on the hay, which was cut and raked Friday afternoon. Alfalfa hay was prized hay. It had more nutrients per pound than any other hay. In addition, as a legume, the alfalfa plants put much needed nitrogen back into the soil. It was the ultimate win-win farm crop.

When he arrived home his Dad laid out the coming day's master plan, “Get your work clothes on son and drive the old truck to the back field. I got the wagon back there yesterday. Bill Snyder is bringing his John Deere tractor over to pull the hay wagon and his boy Otis will drive the tractor and you and Bill will pick up the bales and put ‘em on the wagon and stack ‘em in the barn loft.”

“Sure thing, Dad.”

“Did you have a good time at Larry’s?”

“I had a swell time. I met a very pretty girl too.”

“That’s great; today we need to work pretty hard to get the bales in before that rain gets here.” (Roy thought his Dad may have been poking some fun at him by the way he used the word “pretty.”)

Just as Roy's Dad completed greasing the hay baler, and connecting it to the Farmall H model, Bill and Otis arrived.

"Hi there neighbor. Sure glad you gents can help us with the hay," said Roy's Dad as he shook Bill's hand.

"Yeah, the 6 am weather man on the radio said some rain might be coming our way. We'll do all we can," replied Bill.

The caravan of farmers and their equipment resembled an army convoy.  Leading the slow moving pieces of old, but reliable machinery was Roy's Dad pulling the baler with the Farmall H model tractor, followed by Bill and Otis with their John Deere. and Roy in the old pickup truck bringing up the rear. Roy had placed three 5 gallon cans of United Farmers CO-OP gas in the bed of the truck for the Farmall tractor. Bill brought his own fuel for the John Deere. It turned out he didn't need to use it and Roy's Dad only needed one can of the extra gas.

The first wagon load went smooth; with the exception of a still alive black snake that was coming out of one of the bales of hay. Roy didn't notice it until he had the bale about half way on the wagon. When he tossed the bale away from the wagon it broke apart. Roy lived in the country, but he hated snakes, especially those he discovered at a very close range.The loose hay was placed in an an adjoining wind row to be re-baled. 

"Roy, I don't like 'em either," encouraged Bill, who was on the wagon stacking the bales as Roy tossed them to him.

No more snakes were discovered during the remainder of the day. However, a ground hog was seen scampering out of its hole when the baler went by. And a red fox, with a long flowing tail was observed as it raced across the far end of the field near a stand of hickory trees. 

Even though it was mid-September, the weather was very hot. Roy had a hard time recalling how cool it was in Larry's air conditioned home. He had no difficulty remembering how pretty Joni was and how they both seemed to hit it off so well. He never reflected on who asked who to dance and who kissed who.    

Roy’s Mom met the sweaty hay field trio of Bill, Otis and Roy as they were pulling the wagon out of the barn after the second load and she gave Roy a faded brown wicker picnic basket and a large glass jar filled with ice cold sweet tea. She placed a wet towel on top of the basket to be used to clean some hard working hands before eating a quick, but much appreciated, 15 minute hay field lunch. Roy's Dad remained in the field racing some gathering clouds in the distance.

By 5:30 pm all 319 bales had been safely and neatly stored in the barn loft. This sweaty quartet of farmers had just made it to the front porch when it seemed as if the clouds had all been unzippered at once. A big pitcher of lemonade was finished off as the gents watched the rain come down and renew the very dry soil. And just as rapidly as the rain started, it stopped and the sun immediately started shining.

Bill and Otis jumped on the green John Deere and just before starting for home, Roy’s Dad said, “Bill, I owe you one.”

Bill didn’t say anything, he just tipped his Ready-Mix Feed cap and aimed that putt-putt-putt reliable old tractor toward his neighboring farm. Folks in the country help each other simply because it is the right thing to do.  

Roy used the 30 minutes or so rain-delay to go over in his mind---for the seventh time---what he was going to write to Joni. He wanted to be positive, but not pushy. He wanted to be sincere, but not syrupy. He wanted to be definite, but not demanding. He just wanted to have a date with the prettiest, best smelling girl he ever met.

That night in his upstairs bedroom, he started and stopped and started over again, his printed note----this was no time to be misunderstood by his less than perfect cursive handwriting. It was past midnight when he completed his most important note to be given to Larry at church on Sunday morning. Occasionally, a person can be so tired or excited that sleep seems far, far away.  Roy was both.

                                        (To Be Continued) 

   

ROY and JONI (Chapter 2)

Roy and Joni: When Dreams and Hearts Collide

      (After Several Months of Not Writing Fiction, Here’s My Latest Effort)

                                               

                                                CHAPTER 2

Roy Wilson was a novice, a neophyte, a newbie in all matters of expressive adult love.

From his open upstairs window, he could not feel much of a breeze to the humid, hot summer nights. Living in the country had more than a few hardships; but, there were sounds and smells the urban environment could never duplicate. The katydids played a nightly staccato concert just outside his bedroom. In the woods just south of his home the mournful call of whippoorwills punctuated the dreamy night air. Occasionally, a hoot owl, sitting alone on an unknown tree, came forth with a bass note of emphasis which completed the nocturnal orchestra. The intoxicating heavy aroma of honeysuckle blooms, located just across the graveled lane, served as a welcomed consolation to the stale air in his bedroom that was too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. Roy often told himself, all things considered, that his country location was as close to Heaven a fellow of 19 could get without dying. Nightly sleep would have gently occurred much sooner had he not always been thinking about her---Joni Marlow.

Joni lived closer to the city and  her home was air conditioned and the only nightly sounds she heard at night was the DJ from a Rock n’ Roll radio station located in the state capitol. “Mr. Action Jackson” was like most DJ’s on her AM radio, he talked too much---“Honey child, I’m your man with my plan!” Joni knew his 11 pm sign on phrase by heart: ”AJ the DJ is feeling fine and sharing my time playing the big records with the little holes and the little records with the big holes!” Joni, like most female radio listeners, had a mental image of her favorite DJ as a tall, Honor Graduate of the Charles Atlas Body Building course. In point of fact, he was overweight and stood 5 feet 9 inches in his Chuck Taylor tennis shoes. Each night he had three or four Mars Bars near the turntable in his cramped studio. When his 57 year old producer was still in a popular watering hole, located a couple of buildings north of the radio station having just one more for the road, the deep voice DJ had to pull his own records and try to finish the poorly written commercials on time.

Joni did think a lot about Roy---he was her latest fixer-upper project.  A little work here, a little work there and Roy would be ready to venture forth into the world of his dreams.  

                                          (To Be Continued)

Glenn <><

Just West of Yesterday

ROY and JONI (Chapter 1)

Roy and Joni: When Dreams and Hearts Collide

      (After Several Months of Not Writing Fiction, Here’s My Latest Effort)

                              CHAPTER 1  (Please read Chapter 1 first)

Roy Wilson was hardly the stereotypical farm boy. It was strange how he liked living in the country; however, he did not like farming. Of course he did his share of chores and manual farm labor. But his dreams were far removed from the Farmall H model tractor that he had driven since he was 12 years old. Roy had once visited a cousin in a large urban area and there he discovered how a small crystal radio, without any power, could receive AM stations several miles away. A few months later, he spent the night with an aunt and uncle who lived in another state. They had a large console Zenith radio, complete with shortwave frequencies. For the first time he heard the BBC from London and Radio Moscow from the Soviet Union. This radio was above and beyond the small black Philco radio that was in his own home. Roy’s horizons had gone international.

Even though he was 19, his still lightly freckled face and light brown flat top gave strangers the impression he was maybe 16, 17, at the most. He was not skinny, neither was he a candidate for the next Mr. America contest in Los Angeles. He had been one of the top students in his small rural high school class. The first year after high school was Roy’s initiation into the world of serious farm work and sweet smelling girls from the city.

How Roy met Joni was different to say the least. He had a friend in the city, Larry, who was best friends with Sammy, a same age son of one of the richest families in the county. One Friday night Roy was invited to spend a night at Larry’s and they went to a party at Sammy’s after a football game. No alcohol, but several local girls were present. Sammy had the first Hi-Fi phonograph player Roy had ever heard.  Sammy’s folks were away on a political trip to Washington, D.C. Sammy’s older brother was somewhere in the six bedroom house, but not present at the party. It was there Roy met Joni. Some of the party goers were dancing and Roy, and a few other fellows, were sitting in the several folding chairs arranged in a semi-circle for the party.

Joni approached Roy and asked, “Want to dance?” Roy sure didn’t know how to fast dance. His “No, not now” was correctly interpreted by Joni as “I don’t know how to fast dance.”  There was something in his face and speech that radiated his innocence with girls. Joanie immediately sat down in one of the gray soft seats folding chairs beside Roy. Roy was startled by her boldness, yet he was glad she chose to sit by him. She had on a perfume that momentarily caused Roy to think of things he shouldn’t have.

“Hi, I’m Joni. I haven’t seen you in town before.”

“I’m Roy and we live out in the country: Ten miles south and two miles east of here.”

“Did you drive in for the party tonight?”

“No, no I’m spending the night at Larry’s. I had no idea we were coming to this party.”

Joni was even more attracted to this fellow who gives me specific directions to his house and tells me he didn’t come to just pick up a date to take home. Joni prided herself on her quick way of reading people, especially, country folks like Roy. Joni knew something about dating, she had already dated three of the boys at the party.

When a slow record started, Joni stood and reached for Roy’s hands, “Let's slow dance, you know how, so come on.”

Roy’s initial reaction to Joni’s forward manner was fast melting. “Ok, but I have two left feet.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll not step on either one of them.”

During the song, “Star Dust”, neither said a word. When the music stopped, they were still silently swaying.

When Roy realized they were the last two still standing, he attempted to move Joni toward the chairs. Joni resisted and drew Roy close to her and gave him a friendly sister like kiss on the cheek. Roy could feel his farmer’s tan face reddening.

Roy was at one and the same time feeling bolder, but also weaker. They got some punch and resumed sitting next to each other. Joni spoke first, “You get into town often?”

“Only on Saturday’s when we come in to get our corn ground and Mom does her grocery shopping.’

“Roy, I hope you don’t think bad of me; but I would like to call you, OK?”

With new found confidence, Roy replied, “Joanie, I hope you don’t think bad of me, but we don’t have a phone.”

Joni thought to herself, “This is too good to be true. This guy IS country”

Roy realized he saw Larry every week at the church, both attended and asked Joni if she would permit Larry to serve as a courier.

She asked, “Why does Larry come to the country to go to church?”

“Larry’s family has deep family roots in the community surrounding our church and they drive down every Sunday to go to church and eat lunch with their relatives.”

“Sure, that’s OK with me. Roy, I like you.”

“Joni, I like you too. I’ll send a note with Larry this Sunday. Hey, that’s just two days from now!”

Roy, stood with Joni as the party wound down and walked her to the car that had brought most of the girls to the party.

Without any words, Joni placed both of her hands on each side of Roy’s face and gave him a full lips-to-lips kiss and for the very first time he felt a girl’s tongue quickly dart into his mouth. His entire body shuddered. He was nearly speechless, but did recover enough to say he would send a note Sunday with Larry.

Joni closed her right eye and performed an extended wink as she slowly nodded her blond dyed head one time in affirmation. A subdued closed mouth smile followed.

This early to bed and early to rise son of the soil was smitten, hooked, entangled in Joni’s well-practiced web of male allurement. As he was on his way to Larry’s car he kept rubbing his front teeth with his tongue in the hope of reconstructing Joni’s goose bump-producing kiss. 

   

                                           (To Be Continued)

YOU MADE IT HAPPEN !

Dear Blog Readers, (This is my 1000th Post)

Thank you for the almost 40K visits to this Blog. I receive no financial compensation for this endeavor. The Blog is always a work in progress----I have sadly neglected the Post labeling which would make the Posts easier to locate.

I am amazed at the number of international readers. It is very humbling to realize people from all over the planet take time to read my Posts. Also, there is a very, very special someone who regularly checks the Blog for updates. Many years ago, you asked me to never forget you---I never have and never will ! I think often of "What might have been."

Perhaps, just perhaps, we will see 100K visits before I cross The River.

Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday

AFTER GRADUATION---SOME CLASSMATES.....

        

·       Have answered the Last Roll Call and crossed River Jordan. They were part of our lives then and in our memories forever.

·       Have attained fortune and fame. Others, have to sometimes try to beat their checks to the bank. All have worked hard as long as their health and retirement plans dictated.

·       Have experienced the unparalleled joy of the birth of their children, grandchildren, great grandchildren.

·       Live very close to where they grew up. Others live far away. Some even live in foreign countries.

·       Have experienced great pain and sorrow.

·       Have dealt with the tragedy of addiction. Every family knows a family that may still be praying for recovery.

·       Have learned to accept family members who have chosen an alternate lifestyle. Love heals all.

·       Are dealing daily with the many changes in health, finance, and relationships that are part of getting older.

·       Are connecting with other classmates and friends after many, many years.

·       Experience deep emotional pain and regret over some decision or choice in their distant Past. It can never be changed; however, with the Grace of God, there is Hope for the Future.

·         Glenn <><

·         Just West of Yesterday

WHAT I HOPE THIS MEANS

PUBLISHED AT THE REQUEST OF AUTHOR: 

"One of the things I learned reading Sherlock Holmes is not to draw conclusions beyond the available evidence. However, sometimes the hope of the heart affects judgement much more than concrete facts. 

Readers will sense the heartache of this man who wants to believe someone very, very special from his past regularly reads Glenn's Blog. Hope, like love, cannot be stopped or denied

Circumstances preclude more direct communication. Build a steel wall around me and I will always cherish the sweetness, the tenderness, and the youthful passion of yesterday. Time and distance may separate our mortal beings, but never the thoughts, the hopes, and love we started those many years ago.

I hope above everything that very special someone will read this and know I will never forget them.

Glenn has assured me he will  relay your reply."

Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday

TOP 10 BENEFITS OF OLD AGE

Top 10 Benefits of Reaching Old Age

                   

 1.By God’s Grace we lived long enough to get here.

 2.Half of the people we meet remind us someone else.

3.We get first dibs on motorized carts at Wal-Mart.

 4.Boy Scouts follow us to help us cross the street.

  5. We get to tell “Back in the Day” stories of nickel candy bars and 20 cents/gallon gasoline.

6. We can stretch the truth with grandkids with zero guilt.

7. Younger drivers give us friendly waves that resemble one-half of the Victory salute.

8. Christmas carolers always start at our house first.

  9. We are experts on Social Security & Medicare.

10. It takes a lot less to make us happy and a lot more to

       make us mad!!!!

Glenn <><

Just West of Yesterday

Thick and Thin

Several years ago, a friend at church told me this story:

When he went to work at Tinker Air Force Base in the Air Condition section a fellow worker welcomed him and told him how glad they were to see him join their work team. He went on to say, "We will stick with you through Thick and Thin. When things get Thick for you, we'll Thin out !!!"

Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday