Honey’s real name might as well have been Alice, and Sam could have easily been Ralph, or George and Gracie, Desi and Lucy, or Randy and ….
Nellie? Whoa, Nellie.
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s love and marriage…. and patience and humor.
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I’m Talking About the Moon
Every ten seconds she takes a picture.
I rue the day that cell phones and cameras were married.
In fact, I rue the day that I married.
“Sam, whaddya think? Landscape or portrait?”
“Honey, you’ve already taken 10,000 shots, this is a damn tourist trap street, and you’re shooting up into the sky. The sky is the same everywhere. Who cares!”
“Sam, you’ll never understand. It’s not the same sky as we have back home. Look how polluted this sky is. Sepia would make it look nice.”
Sam slams his open palm to his forehead mumbling something about the moon.
Post script:
“Don’t be silly, Sam,” Honey giggles. “There is no moon there.”
Randy Mazie
Good little story. To quote Ralph Cramden: “To the moon, Alice! To the moon!”
So, you were on the street listening to Sam’s comment?
Dear Randy,
Bumba beat me to the obvious. Ah…this put me in mind of the original Out of Towners with Jack Lemon and Sandy Dennis. I could hear Gwen and George speaking. What did we do before cell phones? We had to talk to each other and use cameras to take pictures. Remember film? Me neither…well barely. Of course back in the day Hubby had the newspaper to hide behind. 😉
Nicely done, Mr. Mazie
Shalom,
Rochelle
HI Rochelle.
I can’t believe that I wrote this Wednesday morning and forgot to link it. I think my head is in my moon. Ha.
I never thought for a moment that you would know, much less actually see or use, that thin roll of plastic 20th century homo sapiens called film.
And now I am going to ruffle and bury my head in that other old 20th century thin inky sheet of material made from trees and once referred to as a newspaper. If I could only read…
Randy
Trip to the moon, Alice? Great dialogue.
thank you. Sam be tripping…
As a “photographer” I am on par with Honey, in fact i like her, I think she’s sweet. 😉
To the moon, Dawn! To the moon!
LOL..Bumba, why don’t you join in the merriment. You certainly ave the imagination for it!
Yes. But I wonder how many of the young’uns ever saw Jackie Gleason flipping out on Alice and gesturing with his fist grumbling ” to the moon!”. Not to mention Jack Benny and Jimmy Durante. “Stop de music!”
I believe the demographic of this group, for the most part could relate. You should try it…or not.
I have no clue whatsoever of what youse guys are tawkin’ about.
And “what a revoltin’ development that is…”
Ha. (Who knows what that’s from????)
Randy
Hey, it’s only a paper moon, Randy. I take thousands of photos, but not like that! 🙂
janet
as in Frank Sinatra’s
It is only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make believe
If you believed in me
Lovely marriage conversation, and Sam is very patient. Maybe he could accidentally lose the phone until they come to leave?
If she would let go of it for a minute, he might.
I’m pretty sure my husband rues the day phones and cameras married! You’ve really captured some wonderful marital dialogue… I’m pretty sure it’s exactly how it went down on our last vacation. 😉
Oh wow. I think I saw the two of you there, and you gave me the inspiration for this piece.
Randy
This is great – although I fear might be the one welded to the camera phone in my marriage 🙂
Well done
KT
uh-oh
Randy, You brought back old memories. The Honeymooners were great. Humorous story. I could see her snapping away and him standing there disgusted. Well written. 🙂 — Susan
Thank you.