My Instead: My friend and I explored
a huge, old army tank in Farmington, Missouri.
Saturday night was dance fever with
Tony the DJ at the Back Door off St. Charles Rock Road in St. Louis. My friend
Annette was the “instigator in charge”. She always seems to get me out and
about so I can shake my groove thing. And that is what we did. After the dance,
my car and I followed Annette and her truck, making the long trek to her place
in Farmington, Missouri in hopes to laze our Sunday away.
The morning greeted me with a cup of
coffee and doughnuts and relaxing on Annette's large stuffed chair in the sunroom...just
visiting and chilling. The afternoon awarded me some relaxation in her pool and
then more of the same outside the pool in her chaise lounge...just sharing with
no caring.
The evening sneaked in way too soon
and we both wanted to ward it off. Knowing that the fight was futile, we
decided to go out and get something to eat instead. Applebee’s in Farmington
seemed like the logical choice…good, familiar and close. We shared a double entrée
menu item and finished it up in no time flat.
After dinner, we decided to call it
a night, until I realized I had an “instead” to do for the day. I asked her if
there was anything or any place she knew of that we could explore. She drew a
blank. Let’s just drive! We cruised around scoping the area to find our adventure.
Stop! And there it was…a huge army tank next to a VFW hall. Annette quickly pulled
her truck over and we jumped out to examine our find. I discovered a high step in
the back on which to lift my foot and then climbed up onto this monster. The hips
weren’t so old, after all. I felt like “king of the mountain”.
Annette was down below, looking pretty small for six foot tall. But she was
ready to be the photographer as my conquest and I posed for some pictures.
Then it was Annette’s turn to take
the giant leap for womankind. I made it down off the beast as she was climbing up. My turn to do the
photo favor. We both relished the moment and appeared about 40 years
younger by our actions. This was our playground.
We weren’t sure what kind of action
this tank saw during any of the wars, but it definitely got some action that night by
two woman looking to do something “instead”.
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