When I Grow Up I Want To Be Them

We were not in line, but waiting for something. It was an evening in June, 1968. An expensive Cadillac appeared and the passenger door opened. A gorgeous leg exited, along with a flashy red silk dress. The woman was blonde with caramel skin and princess eyes. Her date was a handsome man with contrasting features. He was as dark as she was light. They were confident like movie stars. I was a teenager and did not meet them. I do not know their names, but I have never forgotten. The way they were comfortable with each other Their clothing or their classy midnight blue car. I thought “when I grow up” I want to be them.