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Peanut Butter Shakes and That Green-Eyed Girl

    Hey, happy people all over the world. It floats my boat to think about y'all reading this in all the remote corners of the globe. Then again, there are probably plenty of people nearby that read it.
     My wife and I were just out. It was one of those nights where you get one of those cravings. No, not like that. We, okay, I, was craving a milkshake so we went to a drive-in reastaurant called Sonic. For those of you in the hinterlands it would remind you of a Happy Days sort of T.V. Show, though it's a chain. At some of them, the car-hops wear roller skates and they play 1960's music over the outdoor speakers.
     Anyway, Carley ordered a Hot-Fudge Milkshake and I opted for a Peanut Butter Shake. A lot of people like the real thick shakes but I prefer them when thay are thin enough to drink through a straw. Normally, I like Vanilla about as well as anything. Now they put this whipped cream on top of the shake and a cherry on top of that. This one tonight is pretty good but I'm already home and it still hasn't melted, much. Of course, they give you a spoon.
    Carley and I used to work at a drive-in, back when we were teens. There were no chain restaurants, back then. This place had a huge dining room with a full menu, as well as a massive area for curb service. It was situated on a four-lane and on Friday and Saturday nights there were drag races out front, late at night.
     I remember the first time I saw her walk in the door. She was as cute as a speckled puppy. She had long, thick, jet-black hair. Elvis-black hair, except with no artificial coloring. She had dancer's legs. You know, the muscular, athletic legs, tanned brown. She had an effervescent personality and green eyes that sparkled with mischief. Wow! Now, tonight, 42 years later, she was sitting at another drive-in with me. A lot of water under the bridge, as they say. How does this stuff happen? God only knows. Hey, another thing about the green eyes. When I play Brown-Eyed Girl on my keyboard? I change it to Green-Eyed Girl. Ha, ha. I do, sure. Am I stupid? "Do you remember when? We used to sing. Sha la la la la la. Sha la de da."
    I have been playing a new game for several days. Man, I have had a great time with it. I have played it for probably 15 hours, taken a dozen screen shots, written a bunch of hopefully humourous notes about it. All the prep necessary to blog about it. Why haven't you blogged about it, you ask? More on that later.
   Sitting here with this thick shake, I'm CE Wills.
       
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