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Dear Amy…Again

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Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
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Dear Amy,

I heard you turned 100. Happy Birthday! I hope there wasn’t a fire when they lit the candles on the cake. Couldn’t resist sarcasm, but you know that about us. Anyway, I just want to say thanks for everything. I’m sorry about the neck. I tried to tell teenage Amy about this, but she didn’t really listen. She carried that heavy bookbag on her right shoulder for 12 years… I was trying to make her see reason, but she wouldn’t have any of that. You know teenagers. I should apologize for the neck as well. I spent hours with my head down, looking at my phone, using poor posture in front of the laptop, and generally not taking the advice that I gave to teenage Amy. I guess I never learned. I hope that you are a “good” 100. By that I mean I hope you’re still active and enjoying things. I hope you are of sound mind. It would dishearten me to learn otherwise. Please tell me you’re still wearing fedoras and dressing like you want. I hope you have a really cool scooter and that it goes 60 mph. I hope you start foodfights in the cafeteria of the assisted living home. I hope they have really good chocolate milk there. I hope there are no weird men. Ha, who am I kidding?

Thank you for all the years, and I hope that all of the versions of us have made you proud. We’ve done the best we could, haven’t we? We protected little girl Amy with all that we had. We did some bad, we did some good, we loved hard, we laughed hard, we worked hard, sometimes we cried hard, and most of all we lived. We really lived.

I see that lady from Room 3A eyeing the pink wheels on your scooter. You’d better get over there. It looks like she’s messing with your music selection. You let her know that no one changes the song but you.

Love,

Amy

100-year-old Amy gets on her scooter and turns up the volume. She tells the lady from 3A to move, she’s got stuff to do. She peels out, heading off to parts unknown, her speakers blaring “I’m Bad” by LL Cool J.

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54 thoughts on “Dear Amy…Again”

      8. Aww shucks, now you’ve made me blush. 😊

        My singing isn’t bad, says the person who is vouching for her own singing. 😆 I was in chorus in fourth and fifth grades. I did not try out for sixth grade chorus because I didn’t want to sing solo in front of everyone. I do have performances in my car when my favorite songs come on the radio. These performances are free of charge for adjacent cars. 😁

        Dang, I was hoping for abstract poetry. *sigh*

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      9. Perhaps another time.
        Or I can grace you with a lyrical mashup instead sometime.

        When you close your eyes do you become a little dreamer?
        Only asking, because right now, Jamie’s cryin’ because Fast Eddie said don’t tell me you love me while we dance the night away. She got mad, said he talked about her cold while she was headed for the sky, and took off down Sentimental Street in her shiny machine and they didn’t find her until four in the morning.

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      11. Before you jump to conclusions, remember that they were on top of the world before she said goodbye. I remember that weekend at the beach on the 4th of July, when the ice cream man came around, right after that huge eruption of fireworks. Eddie told Jamie that a man needs love to live and he was living proof. He caught her smile and he hit the roof. The secret to his success with women was that he always had a line like that in his back pocket. They left the beach and went motorin’ down the avenue, living life like there was no tomorrow.

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      13. Eddie wanted to learn about love in the back of the Chevrolet, but Jamie wouldn’t say alright, she knew he’d probably forget her. I guess they said goodnight, but, surprisingly, he wasn’t gone forever.
        She sent him a letter, mostly trying to make herself feel better. She told him give her a call sometime. I think she knew what that would get her.
        They met up again at a local club. Eddie told the fellas out behind the bar just how fine she was. Jamie’s sister was there too, she was by the record machine. And she was not the worst anyone had seen. I guess she snuck out from the second floor. The door squeaked and daddy asked if everything was ok. She didn’t make a sound and actually got away. I guess in America you really can still rock all night.

        Eddie headed through the door to see what was going down on the inside, and he saw her looking so fine and pretty. She did move with style and ease, I must admit. When Jamie spotted him, she nearly melted. She told one of her friends that love came walking in.

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      14. Kevin, I’m sorry to tell you, but this is writing. It may be lyric mashup, but it is actually really good writing. Stop saying you’re not writing today because you are.😊 That last sentence can make a rom-com girl swoon🫠

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      15. Well, I have not done any posting today. How’s that? lol
        And it really is just jumbling lyrics around and changing some words to make things fit, so not that big a thing. 😄
        But, thank you, and I am glad you enjoy it.

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      16. I will accept that you haven’t done any posting today, but I disagree that you haven’t done any writing. Changing words and jumbling other words around qualifies as writing. So there. 😊

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      18. It’s not really an argument. You’re not giving yourself enough credit, and I’m trying to make you take the credit that I’m giving you.😆

        p.s. whatever you want to call it, I enjoy reading it.

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      20. In my defense, my mother was what the older generation would call “ornery.” There are many examples, but I will give you this one: she and her friend were watching a performance in a small club. The singers were doing their thing. My mother got the bright idea to get a straw from her drink, and proceeded to blow spitballs at them while they were singing. Then she hid. (No one was harmed and it was all in good fun.) When you come from this type of background, it’s really difficult not to be ornery. 😆

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