Have a good time

Up early and out in the foggy, raining morning to Watertown Lake. It was raining too hard to get out so I returned home. Meant to get umbrella but left again, forgetting it. Back at lake, about four miles away, the rain was slacking. Took a few shots of Martins darting over the surface in the fog. From there went into town and by lake Isabella where I took these three ducks, following along with them as they walked into the water. Came back home. Cleaned house. Watched Kentucky basketball. Going to Winn Dixie after the game.
Wrote the poem about the girls of Forest, Mississippi in my youthful teen days when I would spend summers there with my uncle letting me use his GTO. I had to be at least 16 in order to do that. Made friends with one of those old friends and was able, via my cousin Joe Bradford, to see pictures currently of another. I had to say they aged much better than I have.
It was true in the poem that I wound up in New Orleans, missing an exchange in Meridian. But it was going out, not coming back. Poetic license. It was a take off on three songs, Cat Stevens, Morning has broken, Wild World and Lou Reed, Take a walk on the wild side, one of the girls favorite high school songs.
Between my Aunt Irene trying to match me up and my Uncle, who was the principal at a junior high school, knowing all the girls, I was in a young fellow heaven.
The Miss Congeniality was before my time, but then again, a metaphor, artistic license.