Hat memories

when I wear my tweed flat hat

it reminds me of Scotland

fly fishing for salmon

on the banks of a river

when I wear my green flat hat

it reminds me of England

sipping warm beer in winter

by the fireside of a pub

when I wear my blue flat hat

it reminds me of France

fresh baguette and cheese

drinking red wine copiously

when I wear my white trilby hat

it reminds me of Derby day

drinking too many mint juleps

losing with every bet placed

when I wear my cowboy hat

it reminds me of Nashville

hanging out with my son

proudly listening to him play guitar

when I wear my Liverpool hat

it reminds me of Anfield

watching Liverpool FC play

going crazy when they score

when I wear my NSX hat

it reminds of auto racing

driving really fast on the racetrack

closing my eyes while crashing

when I wear my tam o’shanter hat

It reminds me of my dad

a proud scotsman

I do miss him

I want to be an Eastern Shore Cowboy

my first car was a Mini

it had an orange roof

that little car brought me lots of luck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a beach buggy

made from a trusty old VW beetle

people always stopped me to take a look

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Triumph Dolomite Sprint

a tow car for my Mini Cooper race car

back then I was still a crazy young buck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Ford Capri

sleek lines and two tone metallic finish

some said the paint job was simply yuck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Ford RS2000

A highly tuned yellow noisy beast

one day it was stolen and boy that really did suck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a big boring Volvo 240

because my kids came along

it developed a lingering smell of baby muck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was an NSX

my mid life crisis mid engine supercar

I took a girl for a fast ride and she was totally awestruck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

my next car was a Japanese SUV

lots a room and a soft couch like ride

4 wheel drive just in case you got stuck

but I have never owned a pickup truck

I want to ride on the beach like an Eastern Shore Cowboy

annoying country music playing ever so loud

shotguns in the back to shoot some wild duck

my next car will be a pimped out big ass pickup truck

Don’t throw away all the memories

his wife was complaining about all his stuff in the attic

he reluctantly decided to go through all the old boxes

stuff that had been put away for years

obviously not needed but for some reason never been discarded 

he sifted through the contents of the first small box

a tin box full of foreign coins

memories of his traveling days flooded back

places he had visited on business trips and vacations

images flashed through his mind for each coin he touched

an old watch that no longer worked

it was of no value except it belonged to his father

he wound it up and it started to tick

he could hear his father’s voice again

he missed him so much

a notebook from many years ago

containing wish lists of things to do and places to see

they had written it when first married

he read off each item slowly

pausing to recall the joys of each achieved wish

trying to remember why some never happened

bunches of keys from previous dwellings

he held a front door key tightly

remembering opening that door many years ago

seeing his young children run to greet him

they are grown now with kids of their own

a big old bulky calculator he used in college

reliving the hours he spent solving problems with that

the stressful times of exams

he could remember all those long hours of study

he did find some bits and broken pieces

and a collection of old pens and pencils

he carefully put them in a paper bag

before closing the box

he had removed less than ten percent of the contents

over dinner that night his wife cornered him asking if he had cleaned out everything in the attic as promised

he hesitated before saying he had cleared some of it from one small box

she pushed him harder wanting to know why he was keeping all that junk

he insisted that it might be a small box of stuff but it contained a lifetime of great memories

she could see he was getting upset and gave him a big hug

whispering to him softly “I am so sorry, please keep your boxes full of memories”

he replied “thanks, I did clear some space for us to make a few more memories”