No one is Listening


How many times were you told to cleanup your room, finish your dinner or do a simple chore and it didn’t register. Especially when you had ACME. That brain of yours tuned things out at the ears. Nothing penetrated your block of granite. Then came the late teens and twenties and everything registered except in class. It’s called selective hearing, What? I didn’t hear you!

We had a group here in town. A brunch of us would meet very early am at the local café and have a morning cup. We exchanged the local gossip and then off to work by 7:30am Sharp. The exchange of stuff - of who did what, when and where would spread through out the community within the day. Our group were called the “alligators”. As everyone knows an alligator is an over weight bully that has a huge mouth and very small ear and no memory what’s so ever. All it can think about is what’s for dinner.

For years it was yak-kitty yak each morning but no one was listening. Finally, all our members lost their reason for showing up at such an reasonable hour. You could call it memory lost and be right on. The final nail was someone purchased the café and built a McDonald’s. I mean you just can’t call McD’s your home away from home. So much for our listening post now it's a saloon down the road.