By W.R. Jones
The CafeCrem writers are posting full photos so I decided I might as well put this picture here as well. I’ve had this painting on the easel for quite a while now (don’t want to give the actual dates as it is embarrassing). I have been unable to finish and in fact have changed the painting completely several times. Perhaps I should see a doctor, and I would if there were a guarantee of some drugs. But I think he would just say I didn’t want to let go of youth and the promise of this beautiful young woman.
On another track – This morning while driving to work I remembered an incident from my youth. I was 16 or 17 at the time and driving down a two lane Iowa highway. I felt something crawling under my jeans on my right leg just above the calf. Thinking it was a fly I reached down to squash it. However, when I felt the size I realized it was a bumblebee and became fearful that if I didn’t kill it cleanly I was going to be stung while driving. I reached down to pull my pant leg up far enough so it could get out. This didn’t work. It kept going further and further up my leg while I grew ever more fearful. Finally it reached my nuts and I was damn near panicked that it would sting and I would drive into a tree. The car was a 1940 Buick stick shift so I had to worry about the clutch, brake, and gas pedal. Worry? Yep, at this point I did not want to move my legs at all to touch any pedal as I thought it might piss off the bee.
For minimum movement of my legs I shifted into neutral and let the car coast to a stop then used the hand brake. As this was a two lane road, a line of cars had accumulated behind me. I opened the door and gingerly rotated my legs to get out. Once out of the car I dropped my pants to free the bee. The people in the car behind me were doubled over in laughter. I don’t know if they could see the bee fly away. As luck would have it, they did not have cell phones or digital cameras in those days. If if were to happen today I would be on youtube standing on an Iowa road in my skivvies.