They are the highway to Heaven. From San Diego to Eureka to San

Francisco. Riding the sinuous PCH serpentine wine yard roads. Hitting

the 5 Golden State Freeway to Seattle. Where I had a girlfriend I

visited every week. I was crazy about her. I don’t how sane she was

that she laid her eyes on me. Her eyes were green as a lake, if I recall

right. Had a twisted tooth. I have four. So, driving up and down from

L.A. to Seattle finally took its toll on my poor old car. Could drive no

more. Had no money to take the Greyhound. I lost her. She met a rich

man and knew no more about her. But…what can you do…? right!

Ah, yes, yes, I know. One day you have it next you don’t. Or

something like that. But it was beautiful as nothing else. That’s why I

say Long legs California woman. I caressed every inch of them up and

down. I was a lucky silly man.

Ernesto Onofre