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My Trip Down Memory Lane... [Roadtrip With Julie]

A cloudless sunny day
packed for the trip up north
Massena bound on Rt. 30 in my nineteen 59 Belvedere

My Judy driving, sister Sheila riding shotgun
singing Imagine Me and You and Ruby Tuesday
Apple, Peaches, Pumpkin Pie

Fussy Julie laughing at Do You Like Good Music
Playing the little plastic box game
Dump it out to the tune Just a Little Bit

Fill it and pass it back to dump it again
tiny matchstick fingers fast and nimble
This is... PTR fading out and then strong

Wooly Bully, Pussycat, Pussycat Tom Jones
Sparkling smiles at I Got You Babe
Zzzzt burble... King of The Road

Help Me Rhon... shhhhtzz... Lunch Break!
Sitting 'neath the trees n splashing stream nearby
Mystery Spot, crazy house little Julie wobbles

Mockingbird and Deep Purple from Tempo and Stevens
as the shadows lengthen on the trip home
Tiny Julie asleep on my lap, plastic box filled forever

God! Those were the days... remember when?

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That little plastic box was kept in the glovebox for a couple of years, never to be used again, it held paper clips, buttons and little, tiny animals; those days are gone forever, except for me and Sheila. Julie was too young to remember, Tommy has gone likewise, my wife Judy.
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A fun trip from the mid 60s! I hear (remember) each song, and the sound of the radio crackling, no longer able to pick up music in certain areas. What a great day, especially in your 59 Belvedere! This is a joyful "frozen" moment, especially remembering those loved ones who are no longer present.
Thanks for the sweet ride!

Yeah, I was reminded of that trip when I saw a post by my niece. She was saying that my sis and [her mom] were chatting on messenger, and I was looking at the poem of the month prompt. I immediately thought of that day. I remember that my niece was very tiny, and she had fingers no bigger than a kitchen matchstick; and one could set a teacup on her head for a hat when she was born. She and I have always had a great bond. Still do! Yeah, I don't know what, if anything you know about New York, but the road north goes into the mountains and there were many breaks and pauses in the radio. Now days, with Wi-fi and C.D.s, no need for the old AM radio. My '59 Plymouth Belvedere was quite roomy and had room for four adults and a child easy.

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