big red's party

back in the day, one of my friends, who travelled in much faster circles, asked if i wanted to go to big red's party.

"yeah"

red's home in akron was palatial. the partygoing crowd was hip and affluent, and on friendly terms with the world's finer pleasures. the music was the best, the drinks were unreal, the lovely ladies were well-jewelled, but streetwise.

after a couple of hours i finally came across bigtime gangster big red, sitting in his recliner, dressed to the nines with a lid befitting a gentlemen of his distinction. big red never moved; several days before, he had assumed room temperature.

never have i attended a party so grand, and moving.

i feel a need to throw a party for this tired old 36 plymouth, and for all that it symbolizes.