Oh Captain, My Captain…

If you’re an American child of the 1970’s, your memories must include the television variety show. Laugh-In, Hee-Haw, The Flip Wilson Show, Donny and Marie, The Carol Burnett Show, Sonny and Cher and … The Captain and Tennille.

Although their popularity was brief, “Captain” Daryl Dragon and his wife Tony Tenille were a huge hit in the ’70’s. And a big influence on style: Tony Tenille’s pageboy was as popular as Farrah Fawcett’s feathered waves and Dorothy Hamill’s wedge. At some point in my youth, I sported each of those hairstyles. Good thing I tossed all those photos…

I think the time is right for a Captain and Tenille resurgence. In fact, I have repeatedly tried to convince my husband that we should start a Captain and Tenille cover act. Tonight as we walked through the lobby of the Irish hotel where we are staying, what should come on the sound system but “Love Will Keep Us Together” – their biggest hit. It’s a sign. All we need is a captain’s hat, navy blue jacket and a white cravat for the hubs and for me? A fabulous Bob Mackie gown! What do you think? Isn’t that a great idea? You know… in case the whole writing, art thing doesn’t work out?

When We Were Beautiful

My old friend, do you remember?
How hours rolled away slowly
Like the swash on a calm, clear day
As if we had all the time in the world
Summers full of sunlight
The sweet smell of heat and salt in the air
With unheavy hearts and unburdened minds
Sand between our brightly painted toes
Leaving fleeting footprints in the strand
Sunburned skin cooling to a tan
Beneath gauzy cotton dresses
Hanging lightly on our gazelle bodies
While the breeze tousled our tresses
Streaked with copper and gold
There were pretty boys we loved so desperately
But soon forgotten when the seasons changed
How easily broken hearts mended
When we were butterflies flitting in the wind
Yes I remember…
And I smile as I see what we’ve become
But now we will have fun again
Like we did when we were beautiful

Pretty

You said I had an interesting face

I knew you loved me then

When pretty girls were always eager

You chose a complicated woman

Not an easy path

Trampling the brittle bones

Of my past

While I would turn back

And try to resurrect them

Never really closing doors

So that the slightest breeze

Would blow them open

Oh, how you begged me

To give you the keys

But their weight in my pocket

Was a strange comfort to me

As if the chance to keep looking

At the scorched earth outside

Would remind me of the love

I now possessed

But even after all this time

With all your reassurances

And the absolute surety of your love

I can’t help but wonder if

You would have been happier

If my face was less interesting