Child Little Leopard Leg Avenue

Five foot eight and one hundred and sixty pounds: great physique for a sixty-year-old man, and damn proud of it. He evermore reminds Charles, his older brother, that he Hank, would never concede himself to go to flab the way that Charles has. No indeed, he’ll be youthful forever. It doesn’t matter that his once-black hair is fast edging in white or that crow’s feet are prominent at the corners of his eyes, he still believes he is the embodiment of the fountain of youth.

“I may still jump through a broom,” he boasts as he takes another long sip of the vodka daiquiri he’s holding. “Well, I’m sure you’d die attempting to prove it,” Charles responds. Secretly, he envies Hank and feels sure that Hank may do it but there’s no way he’ll let him know how he feels.

“Say what you want,” Hank says, “but I’ll show you. Where’s the broom?” Looking around, he spots it standing at the corner of the deck. He retrieves it with one hand while unbuckling his belt with the other.

“What the hell is this fool doing?” I wonder. But I have little time to consider it. Quickly he takes off his western ankle-high dress shoes, then drops his pants right there in the middle of the deck, in the middle of the camp ground, in the middle of the day. I am caught unawares and burst out laughing my high-pitched ‘please don’t embarrass me this way’ laugh. I detect my nephew, Greg, who is standing wedged in the trailer doorway is laughing so hard he’s had to cross his legs lest this scene become even more embarrassing for him.

Meantime, Hank’s standing there in tiny little leopard-spotted bikini briefs, his only sign of modesty the dark sunglasses behind which he believes he’s hiding. He pretends to ignore us and grabs up the broom. He now has his shoes back on and prepares to jump through the broom. He bends low, keeping it like a weight lifter ready to raise the bar. “One, two, three, jump” I say. At the signal to jump, Hank does-and lands right on the broom, almost pinning his hands to the deck. Then, in slow motion, he falls flat on his back, the broom still in his hands. It smacks him soundly on the chin.

This is just too funny! I convulse and so does my nephew. Even Hank laughs. Charles plainly says, “I told you you’re too damn old for this.” Through his foolish laughter, Hank volunteers, “This only happened because I’m drinking. I may still do this when I’m sober.” Personally, I believe drinking has a lot to do with the outcome but agree with Charles-Hank is just too damn old for this sport.

“Put your clothes on,” I say. ‘Geez, don’t you care in regards to neighbors or little kids, or even me, for that matter. I’m going to get forced to leave from this park.” Slowly he puts his clothes back on-and then it becomes evident that in spite of the body, he is plainly another aging man (well, almost).

Child Little Leopard Leg Avenue Image

Child Little Leopard Leg Avenue Image

Child Little Leopard Leg Avenue Image

Child Little Leopard Leg Avenue Photo