i am 73/or the new 53.

i feel 43.



i started my clay life with a pledge.



`one day, i will have all the clay i want.` first grade, whittier grade

school, miss brown (bitch) .

i was working on the little red table that had plasticine clay and made a

very nice crown...a real one, with diamonds.

put it on my head...saw her coming at me...fast...big hips...kids went

flying...she smacked me...knocked me down...yelling.

`you naughty boy...putting clay in your hair.` she sent me back to

kindergarten...i ran away from school.

hid. my mom found me...took me back. three days in the kindergarten class,

then back to the bitch.

i said.

`one day, i will have all the clay i want.` and do. keep about four ton on

hand, just in case i see her.

i do look for her grave...will pee on it.

i did not do any work correctly for three years.

school said i was retarded.

ruth meske found me in fourth grade...pretty, nice...did art.

she let me do all the blackboards for the holidays.

then she tricked me. a guy came to ask me a bunch of questions...and she

said...`answer them right, just for me`. hell, i would have killed a kitty

for her. so.

it was an iq test. i did really well.

blew my cover.

but, what's i guy to do with a ruth meske standing near you?

i saw the notice a few years back...ruth meske/ teacher..dead.

so, i went to funeral home. no one came to the funeral...she was

99 years old.

i whispered...`thanks, and i love you.`

a woman hero.

mel

 

Mel Jacobson