Thinking about B western cowboys and the ridiculous white sheepfur chaps they wore. We were introduced to real farcical shit and didn't know it and I was not even 10 yet. But when watching old love movies they still come across as real in today's world. There's some dated courtesy but no "can I come on your back?" scenes. Hence, the absence of farce and the kissing scenes which are all the swirly kind but the imagined emotions still come through. // Doris Day sings "once I had a secret urge". The sheer intricacy (lunacy?) of allowing yourself to voluntarily enter into that state of love-generated intimacy knowing it will take control of you and one day you'll be sitting in your favorite place and you may be writing or saying or sexting or tweeting this shit, somehow is utopian. Back in grade school days, I had a day w/ Mom riding the bus to Steel Pier in AC, NJ. Let's reflect -- the treasures that day include peanut oil french fries, a newspaper with the headline that I invented a mechanical brain, a token with a penny in the middle that read on the outside "I love my mother" plus seeing the horse diving into a pool with a Jantzen-wearing babe riding on his back. But there also was an ID bracelet for my girl at the time, Suzanne. When I gave it to her later that week, she was clearly uncomfortable with accepting a gift from a 10 year old boy. I can still see the script "Suzanne" that the guy in the booth inscribed on it with a 1950's Dremel. These are the words that will gain you entrance to eternity.