7.15.21
Dear NJH,
Happy heavenly birthday
and thank you for
teaching me that the value of a
Saturday night
was not in who asked you out
(unless Dave the trucker, the one with the CB radio, was passing by on US36)
but in how you spent it with yourself
lathering up with Prell and rinsing out the Tame conditioner under the tub faucet
(to look good for Sunday morning service)
then
wrapping your hair in a towel, in that mysterious way women master before
popping a mountain of popcorn in mom’s empty pressure cooker
(without a single scorch!)
putting your feet up on the couch and spending time with
Johnny Cash and Kenny Rogers 8-tracks
and dreaming that there was
no better place to be
on Saturday night.
You were right.
Love you always,
BB