Blue Velvet

Blue Velvet CoatHappy Birthday To Me. In May of 1960, I turned twenty-one, old enough to vote. At last! (Yes, in those days, you had to be twenty-one to vote.)

After leaving work on my birthday, I rode the ancient ferry back across Humboldt Bay. Standing at the aft of the vessel, a fresh breeze ruffled my hair and salted my lips.

Moored at the dock, the captain blew an extra long, ear-splitting blast on the horn. He waved his hand out the perpetually open wheelhouse window and shouted, “Happy Birthday, Judy!” I waved to him and smiled my sparkling twenty-one-year-old smile. Continue reading “Blue Velvet”