Posted by Bruce Bourgoine badly represented by Senators Snowe and Collins blogs at
Kennebec Blues and Dirigo Blue.
The memory of all last summer and fall still hurts. We usually hang on our side of town in our blue bugs and that other gang cruises in their big red convertibles all over the place but we’ve been trying to be real nice to those kids.
Somehow my eye fell on and I kept falling for one of their girls, ‘Lympia. She was a real tease. Said I was bad and in need of reform. Hey, all of us were trying to do the right thing and we all listened to ‘Lympia; she flirted with all of us. Man, I wanted to take her to the big dance, "HCR" was playing and it was going to be really cool. I tried to clean up my act for her and made a lot of changes; I kept thinking that ‘Lympia would pull the trigger and come to the dance with me. Hey, she could come with all us in our blue bugs; I wasn’t trying to be possessive.
Course everyone now knew we might become a thing and go to the big dance together. All the rest of the gang took her out for soda pop, bought her burgers ‘n fries ‘n stuff hoping she’d cruise with us. We gave her presents and even Big Bama had her up to his house for a little pep talk, he’s real good like that. Finally, things were really breaking my way! "Lympia seemed to like me for what I was. On a crisp fall day I took her to a small time dance up at Max’s place where the "Committee" was playing. And there, the most wonderful thing happened, she danced with me! Now I was totally hung up on her.
Oh man the big dance was coming and "HCR" was going to be rockin’ there. But ‘Lympia started cutting back on cruising with us; she told me that she couldn’t be seen out on the dance floor with me no more. Big Bama had her back up at his place. All of us were begging her not to leave us hanging now, we gave her more stuff but it wasn’t good enough. At the dance that Christmas Eve, ‘Lympia deserted me as I knew deep down she would. It was real humiliating but we all tried to move on. "HCR" didn’t play in my ear as sweetly as before, something had been ripped out of their tunes for me. I remember how put down I felt as she left in a squeal of rubber down the bear right lane in that big red convertible with those other guys Mitch, Doc Coburn, and Raising McCain laughing and laughing and laughing. Then I died a little bit inside ‘cause I heard ‘Lympia laugh too.
It was a real long cold winter. The two gangs aren’t getting along at all and another real mean gang is taking over red turf. Those convertibles are picking up the newbies and cruising with them and dancing the FOXtrot. But it is spring and my heartache has faded a good bit. There’s another big dance happening down at Dude Dodd’s and that band "Too Big to Fail" is rumored to be playin’. And there is another tantalizingly interesting girl named Suzie in the back of one of those red convertibles I really like.
Suzie is always ridin’ around with Raising McCain and that guy we call Cracker Graham. She’s also, no lie, flirting heavy with me. She blew a kiss at me ‘cross the room at a small time dance that she came to with 'Lympia and that new guy Scotty Brown. I’m struggling with listening to my pounding head or aching heart. I really, really want to dance with Suzie. But I won’t be able to bear it if in the end Suzie, along with ‘Lympia go squealing away in a big red convertible with the eight-track blaring out "Bachmann-Palin Overdrive". Suzie, Suzie, oh Suzie, dance with me.