And so , it's the 80's Man , and another Trip from my Calif. Beach , out to the Home of my Father , some planned excursion
into the Restricted Base known as White Sands Missile Range for a supposed recovery of Fathers Purported Gold Bars .
I'm not all that enthused with this jaunt into what I've come to feel as a Fantasy he's wove out of Straw , Rumpelstiltskin indeed .
He's sitting on that Day Bed he uses as a Living Room Couch , wearing a Striped Dress Shirt that's
almost older then me , Opened in the Front ,,
as though he couldn't possibly be bothered to button up ,
just because he's entertaining People who've Traveled
Hundreds of Miles for this Sewing Circle he's called down on us .
I have to take on the Guise of Hostess
and serve the Beverages with Bland White Bread Sandwiches ,
and believe in this ,
I'm not a Happy Hippie in the least Iota ,,,
not with any of this " Harvey Snow " Production .
I mean , I have a Life , Man ,
I live very well back home on my Beach,
I'm Single , I have ,Surf Sand , Mountains , and a Night Life with lot's and Lots of Hoochies
at the Meat Market Beach Bars , seeking a Man for the Night , and with my Bod and Looks , I get the Attention .
So , for me to be here , filling Wine and Beer Glasses Like some Teen at a Sleep over ,
pfft ,, No , not a Happy Hippie in Hollywood am I .
Dad never rises from his Perch on that darn Day Bed , he snaps at me often his wants , Son , get that Book from the Bedroom ,,
nope , there isn't a Please behind the request ,
as I pass one of the Guest , he smiles up at me saying : My Daughter wanted me to tell you , she wouldn't mind you two dating each other .
I've gawked her over , I ain't that Big of a Bacon Lover , She's about 4ft 11" ,,,, all the way around ,,,
in fact , she's so round , if she fell down ,,,, she'd roll til she Starved to Death .
I grimace his way , remain mute , and give the Hallway Rug a Burn as I play step and Fetch it for Dad's Literature .
Man , being a Nice Guy is wearisome to the ,,, degree .
And so , with the Book , comes out the 8x10 glossy , black and whites , He's passing them to me , I pass them about the Guest .
I stop at one image ,,, " WHOA ! " But , hold my Water until Pop's and I are Sans the Drifters we're entertaining ,
this one Pic, is to become " Classified "
The Pic is from atop a Ridge , high up in the Organ Mountains , it's a Photo of a Stone Monument ,,
and that Monument hit my Brain Box like a Bolt of Lightning ,,, seen this Style of Monument before ,,,
Lebanon to be exact , no , I did not Travel there , It was a Photo of a Tophet I saw in a Book I studied .
I looked the Photo over , noting all details ,,, at the Base was a Flat Topped Stone with a Divot along the Top ,,,
Divot there to hold the Offerings ,,, This was " Tanit " Protector of Treasure , The Ancient Goddess of Hittites and Phoenicians .
I walked out the Front Door with the Photo ,, not passing this one around to the Guest ,,, nope'er , ain't gonna Happen .
Later , I retrieve the Photo , Pop's and I are alone , Guest gone until the next Morn ,
I hand it to Dad as I stand over him , My Fore Finger traces details in the Picture as I describe what each has for a Meaning ,,
He sets back , looks out straight ahead ,,, exhales ,,, He's grinding his Clutch ,, thinking ,,,
Thinking Back in Time to something he saw in a Treasure Cavern .
I know it's time I sat down , he's about to Bust the Walls with a Revelation ,,, I sit , wait ,,, He Grinds on in Thought ,,,
and then ,,, Son ,, You said Ophir is here , I suspected it ,,, you got that Archy Book in your Truck ?
Yepper , sure do ,,
Can you get it ,,, Please <----<<< now he's a Polite Dude ? ,,,,
Continue later .