smoked back then.
a pack of luckys rolled
in their shirt sleeve.
drank whiskey.
canadian club.
they had jumper cables
and snow chains in the trunk
of their cars.
on saturday
they washed their cars,
waxed them
and rubbed them into a shine
with a chamois cloth.
they changed oil
under the oak tree,
pouring the old black
oil down
the sewer.
then they went in and watched
a ball game
on the couch.
shoes off,
stretched out,
a Ballantine beer in
hand,
they fell asleep
before the seventh inning
stretch.
the kids stayed away,
they knew
better than to bother them.
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