I Love Lucy!

Late afternoon,  Summer '07 ,  Glenville, NY

I had recently flown into the Albany, NY airport from Florida and  I was now standing on the back deck of a house in a state of  complete and utter exasperation because  everything  religious  was still being continuously and insidiously  'blocked'  -  renounced as false by ignorant shrinks and wannabe scholars and even your everyday junk yard dogs and probably everything in between  -  while at the same time  behind the back stuff   was going on everywhere.  And the flight was just another reminder of the  'blockage'  thing.

And cigarettes weren't helping!

When  'I  Love  Lucy'   -  yep the very same  -  I must have known her  -  briefly and suddenly spoke right out loud to me.  But exactly how her soul did this I still have absolutely no idea.  She said  . . .

“John  stop  letting  those  two  sluts  get  to  you!” 

That was it  -  nothing more.   And somewhat urgently delivered.  And I knew immediately who it was!   And she was referring to a couple of southern California friends who had been playing games of late thus making the  'exasperation'  factor all the more frazzled.

They were on the plane.