Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Walker Family Discovers Nascar!

The absolutely most occupying sport of Charlotte, is not Tennis. Although, they do have some of the most beautifully kept courts all over the place. It is Nascar. What is a Nascar? I used to say. Are you American? People go absolutely crazy for Nascar. I could not imagine what the fuss was about that would build, nearly our whole Charlotte economy on a bunch of people watching hotwheels around a track. We live 10 minutes from the track and would kick ourselves on the way to Walmart from time to time when we would forget it was Nascar season and get caught in the race traffic. That is what it meant to us before, we were blessed, amazingly with 8 tickets to the greatest event of our town, Nascar. NASCAR? Yep!
After we picked ourselves up from the floor, from fainting at the generosity of some mysterious person, we were afraid. We don't know how to act at a NASCAR event. At the opera there is a decorum. At the tennis events there is a decorum and, we knew that we didn't know the decorum of Nascar. We googled all of the apropriate Nascar affiliated sites to learn what to dress in and how to act. You must wear jeans and you must be as regular as you know how to be. That is very difficult for a bunch of "Sunday go to meeting Walkers". "This is how we act regular." By the time we got there we were well practiced and ready for Nascar.
We had the very best seats in the house. No matter how practiced at acting regular we were, there were 8 of us and we were, well, "Black". You don't know how black you are until you try to blend in at NASCAR. We were a spectacle, even to ourselves. It was fun, though. We parked near a trailer park group. They were so hospitable and friendly. Evvy said she preferred if we would have stayed with them at the trailers and watched it on tv. They were so fun, they could've made us drink beer. Ha, ha. The sweetest people on the face of the earth. Emily, who was the most against going to NASCAR, said if this was NY we would have had to pay 100 dollars for where we parked.
It is a sound polution pool. If you are squeamish in the subway don't go to NASCAR. It is as though the quiet of this southern lifestyle gets to people and they stick all of the noise into a box and shake it up and it comes out NASCAR. The subway homesickness that I had was abated by the beauty of how they appease their love of noise in one event for the year. I could dig that. It was loud as a year in the subeway. How many laps they started asking, after the first 100 laps? Breathtaking speeds and breathtaking noise and people who can sit, relatively stoicly amidst all of this. How private these people are? I wanted to get up and do the chicken dance, because the concentration became too much. Numbers and car colors and noises whizzing by. I was dizzy, but entertained. That is what I told the children, if you can sit and watch a show on a little box for hours, or participate in the Facebook, like you do, you can enjoy NASCAR. We did! Surprisingly so, all 8 of us, with no paint on our faces enjoyed one thing as a family, even Emily. We were like a big black line in the totally sold out show. It was spectacular and we were part of it, because of somebody being so generous.

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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.