Harvest Moon, or Moon Shine? Interesting implied question Toronto Sun Reporter Mike Strobel danced around yesterday. Sort of. What have people become after the shimmery shades of eve, the turning of the season, in preparation of a new overnight harvest...where do they go after the bubbly (I think he meant to say stand on your own) spring! and after the lazy (I think he meant to say fun in the sun string bikini) summers? ...when its falls--but before winters frost sets in?
Simply, we age...overnight. Well, he didn't say it quite that way. He did use some class, he said "Their subtlety, I think," but he wasn't so subtle about it. He contrasted the need to gaze into women's eyes, posing the question what do YOU see..."Aside from cataracts, I mean." (Nice!!)
We know (as a "new dead" man in his 50s--his description, not ours) he's got an opinion, but he's leaving it up to the guys to judge what the "diets and gyms and maybe a nip or tuck or two have made 70 the new 60 the new 50 the new 40 the new 30 and so on..." will amount to tonight.
It's a character brought on by the journey--of loves, losses, joys and pains..."Moonlight Ladies" complete with laugh lines and arched eyebrows that can "wither" one with just a look. "This scares the bejeezuz out of many men. We can't bulls--'em," he says, "All our ploys are about as useful as treats on a boar hog."
He suggests that we come out tonight when the night falls, when the squirrels hide, when "Jack Frost" is in the air, after the sky was its bluest, the air its crispest and even slightly hints that a magic wand may come in handy. Although anything "beats a sheet with cutout eyes any day."
You get the eary feeling that when the night falls, we just don't know what we will get, but bring it and wear it well, please! Admittedly, "some men faint. Some men perk up."
He might be talking about life's journey, or life's effects, but I think he's talking a little about Halloween, and alot about the characters we become. I'm left wondering whether I've fallen, or just colorful. Treat, or Christmas' seasons soon to be fruit cake. Oh, hell, where's the damn sheet? Better yet, the moon shine?
"Get lots of candy tonight, ladies," he salutes. "Just tonight?" I ask?
....I thought Halloween was for kids?
Hope comes with seasons, let humor (or moon shine) in once in a while...it keeps the frost in check.
(Nice and cute, Mr. Strobel--a must read. Not to mention he's got a picture of Anne-Margret, 46, on the beach in her bikini...damn. )http://www.torontosun.com/news/torontoandgta/2010/10/26/15837036.html#/news/columnists/mike_strobel/2010/10/30/pf-15891071.html