Dec05

Jennifer A Funny Story, By Request

by DBSanders on December 5th, 2011 at 6:42 pm
Posted In: Jennifer's story, LIFE, MUSINGS, Poetic Thoughts

My neighbor, the pain in the ass stopped me tonight. I said I was going to call her a pain in the ass. She certainly isn’t a Paine at all and is one of the most giving and loving people you will ever meet. And she thought my wife Jennifer was the greatest thing since Beef stew without vegetables. Jen does not care for vegetables, neither did my wife, could it be the name.

My friend Jen and this could get complicated, is a Jennifer know as Jen. My wife Jennifer is a Jennifer known as Jennifer, I also have a daughter named Jennifer but she is Jenny.  You will be expected to continue to keep this straight. I can’t. Especially if, Jen the neighbor insist on  funnier Jennifer stories. I also have another neighbor known as Fred or Freddy by Jen the neighbor, but that certainly doesn’t matter right now. But we need not tell Fred-dy. Anyway Jen said, Dan! “The next time you write about Jennifer how about a happy story” It might help. I said OK you pain in the ass.

 

Truth is my friend and neighbor was asking for it as much for me and my head as her own, if not more for me. Got to pick up this guys spirits a little bit, before he starts writing like Edgar Allen Poe. There are a few problems with telling happy stories about Jennifer. The first is that there are so many, and the other is how do you put in words what only the vibrations and energy brought together once and can never happen again. Happy moments are extraordinarily unique, just as I can’t actually describe the depth of my sorrow and grief. How can I give light to some of the most joyous child like antics of a perpetual child?

 

There used to be a section of town known as the Combat Zone in most towns it’s called the red light district. Probably by the name, you can figure out what kind of district it was.  It was a place of muggers, hookers, tramps and thieves. Streets lined with strip clubs. Not the kind of place you would go for dinner and a move. But Jennifer wanted to see what it was all about; she had an immense curiosity about life, even the seamy side… So in the middle of an exceptionally sunny day, I took her to see “ The Combat Zone” with the advice that she should just walk through look around and not call attention to her natural WASP self.

 

With this pre game speech made, off we marched, hell bent for Combat Zone. And as we approach the exact heart of the area, it started. OH DAN! “Look at that” pointing and turning and spinning like a whirling dervish. I was spinning also trying to figure out from which direction the attack on our wallet and hand bag might come.

 

Oh My God she would exclaim, “Can you believe that? Did you see that? What are they doing? Suddenly in spite of all the other “attractions” we where now the oddest show on the block. And it was all pure child-like innocents that brought a world of corruption to at least a momentary stand still. And I with Jennifer in tow began a remarkably quick walk in the direction that would take us back to so called “civilization”, so much for a low profile.

 

But it makes me smile to think of the innocents of a woman in her late 40’s at that time. That was still able to be amazed, shocked and thrilled by all of life. And it will forever make me happy that we shared a moment in time together.

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