I was thinking of Corky Johnson today as I was driving to work (both hands on the steering wheel, not talking to any of my kids or grandkids on my cell).
Corky was a friend of ours in the mid-1970’s. His real name was John Johnson (WHY do parents do that? I have met a Bob Roberts and a Dick Richards – and you know ‘Dick’wasn’t on his birth certificate. But, really can’t they come up with at least ONE more name?) Corky was a trip. He was always going 4,697 directions at once – walking, driving, sitting, talking – whatever he was doing he was constant motion. Taking a ride with him in his beat up yellow VW Bug was an adventure as he drove down the street, rummaged through the glove compartment, back seat and tuned the radio in his never ending quest for whatever he was looking for.
I remember coming home from grocery shopping one day – with my 3 year old daughter. Corky pulled up behind me at the curb. I called out that the hubby wasn’t home until later and proceeded to take my daughter in for a potty break and snack before I emptied the car. By the time I had my Sweet Baby Girl out of the bathroom, Corky had all the groceries inside – unpacked the bags, put the food away and had folded and stuffed the paper bags between the fridge and the oven – all the while explaining that was not a good place to store the paper bags. Good....... bye….I'll…be…..back. later………
So, I was wondering how he was doing with the hands free cell phone – and if it allowed him more freedom of movement to get to the back seat and the glove compartment – since we are not as agile as we used to be 35 years ago.
Corky was a friend of ours in the mid-1970’s. His real name was John Johnson (WHY do parents do that? I have met a Bob Roberts and a Dick Richards – and you know ‘Dick’wasn’t on his birth certificate. But, really can’t they come up with at least ONE more name?) Corky was a trip. He was always going 4,697 directions at once – walking, driving, sitting, talking – whatever he was doing he was constant motion. Taking a ride with him in his beat up yellow VW Bug was an adventure as he drove down the street, rummaged through the glove compartment, back seat and tuned the radio in his never ending quest for whatever he was looking for.
I remember coming home from grocery shopping one day – with my 3 year old daughter. Corky pulled up behind me at the curb. I called out that the hubby wasn’t home until later and proceeded to take my daughter in for a potty break and snack before I emptied the car. By the time I had my Sweet Baby Girl out of the bathroom, Corky had all the groceries inside – unpacked the bags, put the food away and had folded and stuffed the paper bags between the fridge and the oven – all the while explaining that was not a good place to store the paper bags. Good....... bye….I'll…be…..back. later………
So, I was wondering how he was doing with the hands free cell phone – and if it allowed him more freedom of movement to get to the back seat and the glove compartment – since we are not as agile as we used to be 35 years ago.
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Why do people do that? Richard Richardson, James Jamison - it is just not right.
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