Time once again for
The Unicorn Challenge.
Jenne has provided the photo;
this is my 250-word response.
“Mother! What do you think you’re doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Morris? I’m going to go sing with that band.”
“You can’t do that. You’re almost 73 years old!” her son replied. He was becoming impatient.
“What the hell does my age have to do with anything? Tony Bennett, Tina Turner, David Crosby were all in their 80s and still going strong.”
“Mother, you’re not exactly in the same league as Tina Turner!”
“Thank you for pointing that out to me and the family, Morris. You’ve turned into a self-righteous little prig …. certainly not how I raised you.”
“Well, one of us had to grow up, Mother. You’re not going to sing with that band. I won’t allow it. This isn’t Woodstock!”
“Grammy? What’s Dad talking about? You were at Woodstock?” Dina asked her grandmother in disbelief.
“As a matter of fact, I was! You know, I wasn’t always your grandmother! I lived a whole other life before your father was born.”
“Grammy, why am I just hearing about this now? I’m 22 years old and never knew this! How is that possible? Dad, how come you never said anything?”
“You’re father’s embarrassed by me, Dina. I was always a very free spirit; I met a lot of incredible people before and after Woodstock.”
“Grammy, were you a groupie?” Dina asked conspiratorially.
“Oh, Dina! Lets just say I had great fun.”
“Mother, this conversation ends now!”
“Oh, shut up, Morrison!”
“Morrison?” Dina whispered knowingly, eyes wide.
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250 Words
This is Mary Hopkin, “Those Were The Days”
The Doors with “Alabama Song” (Whisky Bar)
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