Back when Roberta and I were a ‘serious item’ I was living in an Old Rent House (Which belonged to one of my University Profs whom I used to screw (on the side—whenever she found herself back in town. She had moved to Arizona—‘nother long story) She was somewhat of a ‘Cougar.’
I suppose Robera was too, but she didn’t have the smarts to pull it off..so we just remained in platonic love–for 30 years and still counting
Anyway, I spent one Summer building huge cabinets for my aquariums.
There was an empty room in the old house. I was gonna make it into a Public Aquarium for the Good People of Commerce
Purchased a one-hundred and ten gallon tank for my ‘Centerpiece.’ One drunken day, I man-handled it into my recently finished cabinet And then just stared at it… for hours–imagining how wonderful I was gonna make it
Roberta caught me there and cussed me roundly for being idle.
But I was NOT iidle: I was fleshing out ideas in my head This was my ambition. No way The ‘Berta could understand this.
But Roberta was a real ‘trooper’
We spent many afternoons scouring the local creeks searching for river rocks and drift wood for the aquarium I was building.
I wasn’t trying to make money; I just wanted to share my fish tank talent of creating beautiful fishy eco-system utopias talent for the town I loved living in.
Good People in Commerce back in those days.
But inevitably, wine got in the way and I bugged out for Iraq.
Commerce never got its Public Aquarium, but my intentions were honorable.
I just got overtaken by events
(Only viable excuse I can muster)
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