Now that the holidays have passed us by, it’s time to climb into my Time Machine and transport myself into the future. Don’t worry, I’ll be back again someday. Perhaps we’ll all meet again someday.
Let’s see now, how do I strap myself in? I sure wouldn’t want to go the wrong direction and end up stranded in the distant past and get to hang out in a cave with Barney and Wilma. But first, I must say goodbye to the Missus since I may never see her again. “Goodbye dear, I’ll see you again someday.”
You know what? Time is kinda’ like a river. No, really, just listen.
Time, flowing like a river, time beckoning me. Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever, but time keeps flowing like a river, into the sea. Goodbye my love, maybe forever. Goodbye my love, the tide waits for me. (“Time,” The Alan Parsons Project – 1981)
OK now, I’m going to start this thing up… see ya’ll later. Woooooosssh! Yee, ha! I’m really flyin’ now. Wait a gol’ dern’ minute, something is wrong, I think I’m gonna crash land. Bonk! Hey, get me out of this jalopy.
Well, I’m on the ground, so I might as well step out on terra firma, or wherever I am. Well, what do you know? Here’s a familiar face. Mind if I ask for your name? What, you’re kidding, Muhammad Ali? Really? “Yeah, it’s me bro. As you know, I am the greatest!” Well, it is Boxing Day, you know, the day after Christmas when you cart all those empty boxes back to the closet, so you can use them again next Christmas.
But wait, if I’m here with Muhammad Ali, it must be sometime around 1963. You know what, it’s not all that bad. Perhaps I could rewrite history and get my new buddy, Muhammad, to knock out Lee Harvey Oswald and that Sirhan character before they take out JFK and Bobby.
Well, I gotta’ get back to where I started from in 2025. Here I go again…Wooooosh! I’m flyin’ again, yeeeee, haaaah! It won’t be long now…. Dwonnggg! Well, here I am back on terra firma. My, oh my. You know what? Time went by so quickly that I didn’t see it go, but I never saw it coming, so how was I to know?
Hi, honey, I’m home. Say did you get all those boxes back in the closet? “Yes, dear.” (You know what? She’s so frugal that she never throws anything away. Shhh, don’t tell her I said that, or I’ll be sleeping on the couch with Albert the Killer Kat.)
I don’t think I’ll be visiting the past or future again, but I bet I’ll still see those battered boxes again.
Keep it flyin’
Uncle Mott
(Speaking of flyin’, you can skip the time machine, I just made that up.) Woooosshhh! “Oh, no, here I go again!”
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