We had a rooster. It was white.

Most of my background is white except for my first job working with grandma in the Salvation Army Store on Union Avenue. I hung clothes and pushed a  broom across the wooden plank floors.

I was paid in comic books, marbles and hugs. I still have the marbles in a glass ball jar.

On sunny afternoons in fall, anticipating the World Series, I played a lot of “catch” with Eldon White too on 90th. I still remember his dad laughing when I went up to the family house and realized all of Eldon’s relatives were not white either. I hadn’t thought about that.

Grandma’s gardener Noel explained his pink palms to me also, but noted that it was insignificant as a topic. Nobody should care he offered wisely. So I didn’t.

 

Dad gave the rooster to a guy he knew who ran the pony rental on Rocky Butte. I rode one of his horses and hated it. Right before I got up on that dumb ass horse, dad’s friend had spit some tobacco out and part of it got on my shoe. I was aghast but dad’s friend laughed.

We came back two weeks later to visit my rooster but one of his damn horses had stomped it he said. I figured he ate it but what did I really know about roosters?

 

I met lots of the blues players in the way back. It was a heady time.

I was thinking about the time I sat with John Lee Hooker in a darkened room where we drank beer and talked.

 

I surfed the net a moment and found this. Great basic blues players when they were younger and lesser known but this retains the spirit. It gets there around 5:30 into the video:

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Comment by Rosigami on October 19, 2018 at 9:14am

Love reading your posts about your recollections. Some wise words in there, and good music, too. 

I know you’re more than just “busy” now, but write that book when you get a chance and before it’s too late, willya?

Comment by J.P. Hart on October 19, 2018 at 9:40am

I am with sleeping beauty and cannot play your song, wondren this early day, whatever might go wrong, happy you grew up integrated, perhaps never intimidated, whilst the era of ton-weight  stereo-combo-TV fit wall to wall, you were scolded not to sit too close, surely cheered hands held high when John Glenn deeply splashed and buoyed into the Atlantic. Whoa you kept all your marbles, those breadbasket 'say-hey' catches as the sunset its proverbial tight fist of final half-hour... 

Comment by koshersalaami on October 19, 2018 at 9:44am

Good video. Oddly, I once posted a link to that song, my old group playing it, but I”m not sure where to link to it any more. 

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on October 19, 2018 at 9:51am

WONDERFUL!  

Comment by alsoknownas on October 19, 2018 at 12:47pm

Rosi,

I know. I know.

Tick-tock

Comment by alsoknownas on October 19, 2018 at 12:48pm

J.P.

Never said I kept all my marbles. Just those ones.

Comment by alsoknownas on October 19, 2018 at 12:49pm

k/s and J.W.

 Thanks guys.

Comment by Robert B. James on October 19, 2018 at 4:04pm

Nice. Tenderized rooster, no longer up at dawn making a racket. Nice.

Comment by Tom Cordle on October 19, 2018 at 5:23pm

Man, I wish I had your memory ... on second thought ..............

Comment by Rodney Roe on October 20, 2018 at 4:45am

Nice memories. I’m going to link my hearing aids to my iPad so I can listen without irritating my bedmate. There are a few perks that come with age. Funny how we remember the best times and the worst, but not much in between. John Lee Hooker!

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