It’s interesting how the brain makes connections.
We’ve been celebrating the color red here this month at Tweetspeak, so red has been a bit on my mind. Valentine’s Day has something to do with the color red, not to mention that February is National Heart Month in the United States.
Last Friday, my wife and I went to see a movie. It was chilly, she pulled the hood of her coat up, and my brain went head, hood, red, cape, and it was on to grandmother’s house we go.
Then I took a walk Saturday morning, a two-mile roundtrip from our house to the center of our St. Louis suburb of Kirkwood. And head-hood-cape-red kept playing in my mind. All it took was a red convertible (with the top up; it is February, after all) to drive by, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Red Whistles at the Wolf
Red, Red’s riding in the hood
scarf on her head
lady looking good
Red, Red’s driving in the hood
lady’s in a rush
tight dress red
retro retro red red red
Red, Red’s cruising in the hood
white hubcapped wheels
bringing those meals
Red, Red’s speeding in the hood
in her red-finned missile
gives the wolf a whistle
Red, Red’s roaring in the hood
wolf takes a jump
becomes a speed bump
Red, Red’s slowing in the hood
wolf’s now dead
don’t mess with Red
Photograph: 1960 Red Chrysler Imperial Convertible (The Imperial Club). This is similar to the car Red was driving when she whistled at the wolf. Post by Glynn Young, author of Dancing Priest: A Novel
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