Today, I'm tackling Prompt #3: Tell us about your crush.
Teddy Kennedy was the best-looking Kennedy boy. Don't let anyone tell you any differently. And since the death of "The Lion of the Senate" late Tuesday nite, I keep thinking back to the first time I laid eyes on the senior Senator from Massachusetts. The memory still makes my heart race.
I was recently up from Texas. A rube, really, who didn't know Bullfeathers from the local burrito joint. I was suffering thru my first DC December~which to a Dallas gal is a pretty big deal. I was also incredibly frustrated with DC's transportation grid. The teeny-tiny signs, the stoplights on the funny little poles on the right-hand side of narrow little cobblestoned streets. Let's just say I wasn't a fan of the weird way Pierre L'Enfant designed this city, with the streets radiating from the Capitol.
Like many transplants before me, I kept getting lost & ending up in the Pentagon parking lot.
One afternoon after a long shopping trip to the 'burbs, I turned toward my home on C Street SE. Not to belabor DC's out-of-control lettering/numbering system~which could only make sense to a bureaucrat~but I ended up on H Street NE, behind Union Station. I headed toward a Texaco to get my bearings & some guidance, and who did I see, pumping his own gas?
Cue the sound effects, please. Serious screech of brakes. Wheels spinning on their rims as Mrs. Scribe flips a U-turn in the middle of a busy throroughfare. Squeak of automatic windows rolling down at the speed of sound.
I think I even hollered. Something classy, like, "Hey, you're Teddy Kennedy!"
I'd like to say that Senator Kennedy gave me directions back to my crib. But by the time I pulled up at the pump, he had already capped his tank, climbed up in the seat of his SUV, and peeled out of there. But I got a really good look. This was the era of the trim physique, the salt-and-pepper hair, the senatorial bearing.
I forgave him his trespasses. Right then, right there. Did I mention he was the best-looking Kennedy boy?