Some of you might have seen the movie "The Three Faces of Eve" staring Joanne Woodward. It is a circa 1957 film about an otherwise normal woman who actually has three separate and distinct personalities. They will now be considering a sequel to this film entitled "The Two Faces of Rhonda". It came to light yesterday as Rhonda and I were toiling in the yard. Rhonda's brother, Marty, who is 50 something, and is obviously suffering from mid-life crisis, came roaring up Lincoln Street on his newly acquired toy. It is the much sought-after BMW age reducer 2009. If you drive one of these two wheel death traps and affix the mandatory faux gold chain around your neck and leave the top three buttons open your shirt so as to expose both chest hairs, it will peel the years away. My mid-life crisis happened many years ago. My solution was not nearly as costly or dangerous. It only cost $15.00. that was my co-pay for my annual physical. After the extensive list of old-age things wrong with me, I realized that I should not worry about mid-life crisis, but should focus more on geratric issues.
Well, biker boy Marty told Rhonda to hop on and go for a ride with him. I about fell over when she did with very little coaxing on Marty's part. This is the same woman who will not ride a normal 10-speed bicycle because it doesn't have foot brakes. She didn't even care that she didn't have a helmet to wear. Off they headed down the street like a scene from the movie "Hot Biker Chicks". I never actually saw this movie myself, but Rhonda's sister Vickie told me all about it. They returned about 1/2 hour later. Rhonda was almost euphoric. She acted like she had seen a nude picture of Bill O'reilly. It was something to behold.
Just when I thought the old Rhonda had departed for a new personality, I heard her ask Marty if anyone ever stiched doilies on the seats for added comfort. Then she wondered how she could carry food order forms while driving to enrichment night. She asked if CTR could be painted on a helmet.
I hope Rhonda does not develope a third personality. After 40 years, I'm still trying to figure out the first one. Now there appears to be a long- hidden second one. As I travel into my declining years, I don't think I can handle anymore suprises.
