Somebody might say I have too much time on my hands,
searching E-Bay for more than three hours one evening.
I found a rodeo belt buckle like the one my Dad won in Vegas.
I found Bukowski’s typewriter, (same model) a 30’s Underwood.
I even placed a bid on a purple Tonka jeep like the one I got on
a Saturday morning in the living room with the divorce lawyers.
I found a 1972 Gunsmoke lunchbox with a thermos, like mine.
I took it to kindergarten at Cherry Street School. I bid $85, hoping
I would not get it since my wife would consider it a waste of money.
Of course it went a lot higher, not as much as the Scooby Doo one
I’d begged my mother for as a replacement. I knew not to bother.
I found my Evel Knievel doll, Action Jackson, my Joe Namath figure,
and Captain Maddox, an eleven inch figure complete with three
different hats, canteen, branding iron, weapons, a little coffee pot.
I was tempted to bid on them all, the toys I spent so much time with
all alone as a child. I wanted Star Wars cards, a Viewmaster, a prop
from Sanford & Son, Olivia Walton’s blue tea kettle, a set of glasses
used by the Brady Bunch. I’ve got a MasterCard and a Pay Pal too!
I thought of the joy each of these would bring as I remembered
my past, realizing it really wasn’t such a rotten childhood after all.
But being conservative and sensible, I bought post cards instead.
Places I loved as a boy and I thought of how I’d buy some frames
to hang them above my desk, knowing one day I’d get my lunchbox.