Posted: January 7, 2015
Here is a link to download the full story in MP3 for your car or on the go:
I wrote this late last night in a bout of nostalgia last night. Surprised I found time, now, being a single parent, and so on:
Memories in an ever-documented reality.
Africa’s most sensitive Great-Dane and our baby-monkey daring the wildest of all rides.
Remembering their full gallop over warm morning beaches, the monkey sort-of-tenderly steering the puppy by the ears, screaming with joy, until the nearly full-sized dog ditched its rider exhausted between turquoise corals.
Water a monkey does not like, being dunked by a dog even less. Once back on solid ground he’d chatter indignantly while getting in position for another ride. All water forgotten by then.
Endless fun, except for my facial cramps from laughing. Those stupefied looks after a somersault, when re-appearing under a fountain of sand, both stare, unsure of who-is-who, where-is-up or whose teeth chew on which leg.
BUT: No smartphones then.
Today, we’d have a viral video to promote and exploit for my book, yet such memories the brain never deletes, and repeated viewing might have spoiled the whole thing. And yet, I can’t show you in motion; that’s a pity, somehow, perhaps, or not.
Anyways, in 2020 fifty tourists would upload the same video tonight.