93 Mustang Speaker Box

THE TIME ....


was a ritual.
Every Sunday afternoon the boys came together after a week maybe boring and not very eventful. Then, even on the last Sunday of the month, when the shops were open, had lunch together.
Angelo put his house available. All lived in the same neighborhood, but his apartment was central, or perhaps he was more willing to act as a "landlord", with his house on the ground floor: very few stairs, no elevator, a spacious kitchen / dining room, warm and sunny the round table for the event on Sunday.
They made their game of rummy and had fun, but when the winter sun was not the precious and out, the boys liked to wander around and observe the beautiful women and maybe dream about certain little things. Angelo did not
never miss them tea with biscuits, was a small pause and an excuse to talk about the events of the week.
Skip the Sunday ritual was rare and when this happened it was always for health reasons, simply because the boys had eighty or a few more, just as my Father.
Then I spent the night at 19, with my Panda and I was by taxi. When I entered I could see them beaming and have fun, sometimes someone complained about the inattention of the companion game to the cards and they looked annoyed, but funny. All
clothes, the beard made the perfect hair, and the ever Profumo.
The infirmities of age and some bad purchases, were in abundance and always increasing, but the will to live that game that was not limited only to the "Rummy" went beyond the elevation morning, medicines, and the breakfast postponed if the mirror image that did not, c ' was always the possibility of cheating with a few tricks over time, with the will to live and still like each other.
I love to call them "boys" and still keep going to take them on Sunday evening, and filled my heart when I hear them make fun about their difficulties to get in and out of my Panda, but perceive it 'fun that is not so far from that of a boy on his first Sunday outings, at the bottom is only a matter mobility, but it is: Life.
people who continue their journey alone, in the sense that it no longer next to his partner in life, but who still struggle to rediscover that little piece of heaven every morning, sometimes black sometimes pastel, until the end of the match one that is played once.