It's a Funnier View

A strange time for me with both high schools having rivaled it out and ending with a graduation fiasco, that a year later we are hanging down at Coventry with the beatniks and semi-grown up hippies that left San Francisco with flowers in their hair and pipes stuck between their lips ! We all meld at the ridiculousness of a freer-world. "We are not in high school anymore" said Dorothy to Toto. But Toto was already up and down the street on a skateboard rolling out of sight, not listening. So me and the girls leave the guys (dogs at that time) to themselves and walk the streets of Coventry. Not a big place mind you, but efficient for what its worth.

I, as a natural observer, found it fun to just walk the streets eating Cracker Jack and drinking a creme soda. I saw guys and gals in tie-dye clothes that flowed with the breeze and ran with the winds. I also remember the eyewear, the glasses in shades of various colors on peoples faces hiding whatever remnants of a good time earlier, leaving them oblivious to night-time and not being able to focus.

I found the darker shades implying some hidden agenda and decided against purchasing something so ominous. I ventured into a cool store and looked at more unusual eyewear. Finally after searching, I found the perfect 'rose-tinted glasses' to make my world I looked at, more appealing. They were John Lennon style and fit cutely on my little nose and face. Later that night during our groups ritual of seeing the midnight showing of "Rocky Horror", I pulled at my glasses still on my face to really appreciate how 'rose-tinting your world', even in a dark theatre illuminates the strangest of gesturing in us all !