Yes there is beauty all around. I have been working away for some
weeks and in a strange town found beauty in the streets, shops, parks
and sports centres. Thank you Doc for once again encapsulating this
experience so eloquently.
I note however the occurence of a minor slip-up in your description:
it includes a TAUTOLOGY: an unnecessary duplication of ideas, e.g.:
New innovation
Totally unique
PIN number
Sometimes cited for comic effect:
Boozy trumpet player
Dumb blonde
Crooked lawyer
But, Doc, you have given us a new tautology:
CUTE BOY
Think about it
With love to you and all here present
Z
On Sun, 19 Sep 2010 18:40:04 -0400, NP-f31 wrote:
>Hello Fortsters,
>
>I'd like to share some thoughts with you about my recent boy
>exchanges. I was in my hometown this past weekend for the funeral
>of a friend's father. My visit coincided with the start of the
>county agricultural fair, the biggest in the state and one of the
>biggest in the country. It was a big deal and families were out in
>force. It was a gorgeous early autumn evening and the boys were all
>wearing shorts and tees. I was with my Dad who is a long time
>resident of the area. He knows pretty much everyone he sees, so I
>had lots of free time to boywatch. We were in line to order
>something to eat at a tent run by a local seafood restaurant.
>Directly in front of me were TWIN blonde haired, blue eyed boys
>about ten years old. They were wearing purple sleeveless tees (not
>quite wifebeaters) that showed off their well tanned arms. Fine
>blonde hairs were visible on their tanned, bare legs. These two
>boys were absolutely breathtaking. They had platinum blonde hair
>with golden highlights and perfect smiles. They were identical
>twins but had completely opposite personalities. One boy (I never
>caught their names and I normally do) was shy (or perhaps well
>behaved) and he stood, for the most part, beside his Dad, holding
>hands. The other boy was much more adventurous. He explored
>everything of interest in the general area of the waiting line. He
>went off to explore the kiddie ride adjacent to the seafood tent.
>His twin watched him, almost jealously, while holding Dad's hand.
>The adventurous twin came closer and beckoned his brother to
>explore with him. He almost went, but Dad called his wayward son
>back to the line. He returned faithfully and they were both there
>treating me to scenes of unforgettable beauty. The pioneer twin was
>in constant motion, a poster child for hyperactivity. Looking
>around, making unedited comments, digging in his crotch, whispering
>to his brother, returning my smile and then watching me to figure
>out what my smile was all about. Hands back to the crotch, tweaking
>his foreskin most likely, definitely jerking some meat though, and
>then he was off again. The people in the line next to us were
>talking to my Dad and not paying attention to the moving line. The
>pioneer twin walked backwards with a big smile and was suddenly in
>line ahead of them. He looked back at his brother and Dad with a
>wicked smile and motioned for his brother to come and join him. Dad
>said not to break in line, but the trailblazer turned away and
>something interesting caught his attention. He pointed excitedly at
>lobsters in a tank and that was too much, the shy brother joined him.
>They talked excitedly and privately as twins often do with their hands
>up and fingers next to their mouths. Soon the people in front of
>them had been served and it was their turn, linebreakers that they
>were. They motioned frustratedly to their Dad who, seeing that the
>others were still talking to my Dad, stepped forward and ordered.
>
>The rest of the evening provided many treats of a similar nature
>with boys of every stripe. The young teens usually caught my eye,
>with their longish hair and the glistening sheen that coats their
>adolescent faces. Like all boys that age they were focused on one
>another. What I like best is the eleven and twelve year olds who
>are hanging out with the 13 and 14 year olds and trying to be cool.
>These boys catch my eye because they're generally so much cuter
>than their mates. They tend to have longer hair and whatever
>fashion statement they are making looks better on them. Their
>voices haven't changed yet and puberty hasn't put their nose or
>feet out of proportion with everything else. In most cases they are
>experiencing their first real taste of independence, out with their
>peer group and away from their parents. They are SO into the moment
>and are particularly less self aware than their older friends. I
>remember those magic moments, I remember feeling grown up and free
>and thinking that this was what it was all about to be a teen. I
>remember my older cousins at the beach, trying to impress girls.
>They were in seventh and eighth grade and said to one another, I
>can pass for a junior and you can pass for a sophomore. I was 12
>and had no idea what they were talking about. What can I be? I
>asked. They looked at me and said dismissively, you can tell them
>you're a freshman. I didn't know that that was either, but I knew
>it couldn't have been as cool as a junior or a sophomore...
>
>The younger boys also held a fascination for me. The toddlers, some
>in strollers, were big eyed at the sights of carnival rides and
>cotton candy. By eight o'clock they were nodding off in the
>strollers or being carried by their Dads. Gotta love the little
>dudes.
>
>The four, five and six year olds were whipped up into an excited
>frenzy. Some so excited that they danced in place, grabbed their
>weiners unconsciously or pointed in every direction. You could tell
>those with active imaginations because they would talk, probably to
>themselves and their attention would swing like a pendulum from the
>rides, or the closest temptation, to their parents to comment or
>ask for something. And in each moment you could almost see the
>excited little dramas playing out in their heads. Their expressions
>betrayed every nuance of happy emotion.
>
>This afternoon I had a similar experience at a football game. It
>was HOT! and the boys were out in force wearing loose clothing. The
>beauty was everywhere and almost too good to be true. Everywhere I
>looked there were cute boys. At every game I've ever been to, there
>are always a couple of boys (sometimes it's mine) who are up and
>down the stairs going from their seat to concessions or the
>bathroom and back. They can't sit still! So every few minutes I was
>treated to another glimpse of beauty. The best part though was a
>four year old named Grady who was at his first game. He was about
>three rows in front of me and had a big foam 'hand' on his right
>hand. He had been listening to me and those around me yelling, 'Go
>Defense!' and during a lull in the action on the field. I heard a
>small little voice say, 'Go Defense!' and his foam hand shot into
>the air like a salute. I thought that was classic so I yelled, 'You
>go little man! Show them how to cheer!' He turned around with a
>sweet smile on his face, but didn't locate me visually. He said
>excitedly and a little tentatively, 'Go Defense!' And me and those
>around me who had seen him cheer yelled, 'GO DEFENSE!' Seeing he had
>both an audience and some power, he yelled defiantly, 'GO DEFENSE' and
>by now every one in our general area responded to him, 'GO DEFENSE'!
>Our defense made a good play and there was a roar and it startled
>Grady. He looked around to figure out was happening. I yelled 'Do it
>again Little Man!' and his Dad told him, 'Cheer Grady!' and he did and
>we answered. It was great to see the happy expression on his face.
>When we forced a punt everyone around Grady was patting him on the
>head or giving him five. I was pleased to see boypower in action.
>
>I thought you might appreciate the beauty I saw. It's all around you
>too, all you have to do is pay attention.
>
>Stay Safe,
>
>Doc
>NP-f31
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