The apartment mate was in song when I arrived home. Something horrible from a musical. But, seeing as I had already heard white marketing types celebrate the season with karaoke, I was desensitized. Nineteen fifties musicals are bad; nineteen eighties rock and or roll is far, far worse.
If ever I fall in love again, it will likely be with someone who doesn't sing.
Instead, she'll offer me crumbly lemon cookies. Or something like that.
While we shelter in the darkened apartment from the rain.
THE IMAGINED TENSE
See, her auntie is off visiting that handsome sailor in Macau or Long Beach, she's been tasked with feeding the cat or watering the potted plants, and given how wet we were, she had no choice but to invite me in for a hot beverage. Saying goodbye with a kiss at the door just didn't seem right.
Auntie's apartment is kind of old-fashioned. That couch must date from the fifties. It's in remarkably good shape. The hallway mirror cabinet is probably pre-war. They made things better in those days.
The kitchen is a work of art. Glass-paned wall-cabinets, a four-burner older than either of us, and a smooth counter-top. Back steps and utility balconies that look out over rain-darkened gardens and an airwell open to the south-west, old paint, and that area where the cats fight.
And then, to my horror, she'll start humming some rock and roll.
Not The Eagles, man, I hate The Eagles!
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A LACK OF PROPELLANT
Rereading my old posts reminds me that I used to be immoderate. And at times over the top. I've calmed down and grown up since then. Now...
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If ever I fall in love again, it will likely be with someone who doesn't sing.
Ah, so that means the 20-year-old Cantonese girl, not Liza.
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Norman Jameson
Senior Blog Correspondent
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There's tempted I am.
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