Tuna Fish Sandwich Led Zeppelin Balcony

Built well also. the two thirds rule is that the I-beams that support a balcony like that need to be,- two thirds into the cement wall and one third out. Seemed so. Lasted forever. Still lasts though I don’t go there. I sat there near the end of growing up and I think for some reason it was spring but different than the other springs…

It was the first house that saw the ravine, and I had then four rooms altogether. I had made a tuna fish sandwich and was that week listening to Led Zeppelin. But I turned off the music and brought the food outside and sat down. I could have easily brought a chair, but I think I sat on the wooden floor of the balcony above the paving stones and gates and old plum tree that bloomed always in September. 

A guy used to walk by there and steal one or two plums and think nobody saw him. He’d pull a plum slowly but strongly so the branch went out the space in the iron fence and then suddenly, pluck-boon-boom,- a plum in his hand and the branches would fly back into place like they were part of the whole secret and would not then let on that anything had happened. A quick furtive glance around he took but he forgot to look up. I am like an eagle or hawk and see much, most of it true. But I didn’t say anything. Let him have a plum. Plus, I knew who he was. He wasn’t a bad guy. There were a lot worse people and things going on in the world. 

That day though. What was wrong? I couldn’t figure it out at first. Overcast weather didn’t help. But it was more. I shrugged and sighed. Then I realized slowly. A lot of people had moved away. A lot had changed. Or maybe they weren’t really known to begin with. Sports and schools and cycles and seasons of time had ended. The fun bright worlds of bike riding and forts, comics and street hockey and so on, were basically over. 

I finished my sandwich, stood up, and looked around a bit more. The trees had certainly grown. But things even in lieu of that seemed more grey than green. Bad. Untoward. There was trouble in the wind, but I couldn’t exactly figure out what. I glanced at the wooden planks. I never liked their colour anyhow. Some weird red so dark, some real base chakra choice. Yuk. Maybe the balcony was not enjoyable but just for show. Osho says most people didn’t have a golden childhood as he did, that it’s just that what came after for many was so bad that their childhood seemed golden in comparison…

Food for thought as the old saying went. And fish they claimed was good for the brain so maybe I would be able to figure it all out. I went in and hit play. Robert Plant was singing that it was time to ramble on.