Hide and Seek…..

Love(d) this game. Who needed athletic prowess? Ingenuity was all it took. Mebbe notta sole on the planet who hasn’t partaken in some fashion of Hide and Seek….. Hide and Seek is about “the day”… “the who”… “the where”…”the age’”.. “the fun.” Long after the dinner bell, the whiffle ball games, church (Victor, you never went to church as a kid).. Bite me!… the chores……..YIPPEE! Time for Hide and Seek!

God Bless growing up next door to the Flanigans (9 kids). Hell, if only half of ‘em wanted to play – still, a decent game. Certain we all have the rosters of yesteryear tucked away proudly in our brain… Strangely, the black and white pics from back then are so colorful now…

Different versions.. different rules.. same special memories…….

Will never forget my son’s first game of hide & seek, indoors – right around age 4. Mebbe 5 of his cousins over… first time he hid, he knelt by the sofa, placed a blanket over the top of his head… hehe.. WELL! He couldn’t see THEM!..

Do kids play hide and seek nowadays? I don’t see ‘em outside. Too bad. Victor, that sounded old. That I am. But, ne’er too old for a great game of Hide and Seek. I think I mentioned not long ago… here in cubicle world at work, you can normally hear about 8-10 folks nearby on the phone. One day…

(Sorry, that paragraph was getting long… I’m old, weird.. figured time to start anew).. One day at work, I overhear my very good friend Mary T speaking into the phone “Oh yes, that would be a question for Vic Schultze… hang on justa second, I’ll go ask him”.. YIPPEEE! I getta play hide and seek again! Under my desk I went… All two hunnerd pounds ‘mostly’ tucked up under… soon… giggles is all I hear.. HA! I won I won! Victor, will you ever grow up? Nope, nada, no. Never.

Bar with outtta town cousin, here in my stomping grounds. A rare happening (so, being together was wonderful, truly. ) Walked in, first thing “Victor, where’s the women’s restroom?” Huh? “Yeah, THAT’S where you sit.” So, another twist to the game of Hide and Seek, grumpy ole single men style.

There’s also, at work, some immature idiot that likes to shoot rubber bands over the tops of the cubicle walls in hope of shock value. He’s got quite a collection of rubber bands, and if he runs out, all he’s gotta do it walk up to the Document Control Window (we’re paperless now too, btw) and ask for anudder handful! One day, this dude shot one at his supervisor – and shortly after doing so, ducked, ran out to smoke. Hide and seek.

When I got back from my smoke… er.. I mean when this immature idiot got back from his smoke, he got back on task, which meant left hand on coffee cup, right hand on mouse. Mouse wasn’t cooperating. No arrow. No clicky. Plugged in? Yep. Power? Yep. Dust in it? Dunno, lemme turn it over. A one inch by one inch note “April Fools” taped up under. I loved it. Late fitties, still enjoying Hide and Seek.

Hanging on to yesterday for fear of today/tomorrow? I don’t give a rats. Color me A Christmas Story, The Breakfast Club, Stand By Me, Ferris Buehler’s Day Off, American Grafitti.. Hide and seek until the day I keel.

Ally ally in free. Love, Victurd.