Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day of Dougie
High Hopes, The Dock & Knock Three Times
February 22, 2022
Good morning Infidels, and welcome to what hopefully shall be a most excellent day. Another doctor appointment in just a little while for me, but I have confidence and faith. The sore that was on my stump, it’s healed. The swelling that I had in my leg that had been preventing me from getting my prosthetic, it’s down. And now, it’s just keeping up the positive attitude, go to the two people I need to see and get ‘er done.
So of course, I’m waiting for something or someone to mess things up and kill my positive vibe. It will happen. It always does. But that’s something to worry about later on. For now, it’s just time to get in here and write an epic blog about random stuff, because that’s just what I do. It’s a Day of Dougie and as soon as I get the Magic Bag, it all starts right now.
So I’ve got the bag in hand. What will be the topics of discussion for today? Let’s find out. We have High Hopes, The Dock, and Knock Three Times. Oy vey! And here I was hoping for some fun topics, but that’s the whole thing with random selection. You never quite know what to expect. Oh well, I can work with these. So without any further delay, as Referee Mills Lane used to say on Celebrity Death Match, “Let’s get it on!”
When I hear the words “High Hopes”, I think automatically about Laverne & Shirley, The television sitcom, that aired on ABC from 1976 to 1983, starring Penny Marshall and Cindy Williams. It was a great show, a spin-off of the series Happy Days, and followed the antics of two women, their crazy friends, living in the late ’50s and mid-’60s. It’s the show that brought to the world the team of Lenny & Squiggy, not to mention the dancing boxer, Carmine. Just a good show that was fun to watch, for the first few seasons anyhow.
“But what does any of this have to do with the “High Hopes” topic?”, you ask. Well, whenever Laverne or Shirley would feel down or overwhelm, struggling to figure out the next step, the other would come over, sit next to them with their arm wrapped around the shoulder, and start singing about an ant and a rubber tree plant. And then all would be right with the world again. Here’s the song about that ant. And whoops, there goes another rubber tree plant. You’re welcome. Let’s move on.
When I think of the dock, the image that comes to mind takes me way back to when I was nineteen years old. I had just started dating a girl. Yes. I dated girls when I was younger. I was in denial and confused. I’m doing much better now. But anyhow, I was dating a girl, and one night, me, her, and another couple rode up to someplace in Richmond County. We had a few bottles of TJ Swann in hand and were at a boat dock, just sitting and looking at the water and talking, drinking, and just enjoying each other’s company. The other two wandered off somewhere and it was just me and my girl. And we’re sitting on the dock, getting drunk, and making out. And it was a cool night.
Yeah, I know that you were probably expecting some kind of climactic ending, but we just talked and made out. I liked this young lady quite a bit and she was a good kisser to be sure, but what she wanted, I couldn’t give her. Okay, maybe I did give it to her, but I was thinking about a guy I know while doing so. It was still a good night anyhow, but it ended up being our last big hurrah. She went on to get involved with a really cool guy not long afterward, and truthfully, so did I. And even now, almost forty years later, we’re still friends and talk regularly. I’ll never forget that night though. And it all happened on a wooden dock.
Knock Three Times
Two things come to mind when I see this phrase. One is the very good song by Tony Orlando and Dawn that I used to listen to on an old 45rpm record over and over again while I was a kid. I’ll share the video in just a minute or two. By the way, I also did a slightly-drunk karaoke cover of this song one night many years ago when I was out with some friends. And I’ll be honest. I totally sucked, but I had fun so it’s all good.
The other thing I think of is not so good. I used to have a guy that I was seeing on the sly that would come to my house often late at night. He would come to my bedroom window, knock three times, and then say my name. Think Sheldon in the Big Bang Theory, but not as smart, a bit cuter, and about as redneck as a guy can be. Okay, don’t think Sheldon because they have nothing in common, this guy and him. But he always had the same knock every time. Three times, say my name, three times, then say my name again. It was kind of cute, but then again, so was he, kind of. He ended up being a piece of crap and he had to go, but I’ll always remember that knock, three times.
Here’s the video of the Tony Orlando song. Enjoy. Now let’s close this up.
And there you go. It’s time now to call it a day and get to stepping. Well, if everything goes well, I will do exactly that. Otherwise, I’ll be here tonight, drinking shot bottles of assorted liquor, and writing about wrestling. We’ll see how it goes. Wish me luck.
So until the next time, thank you for reading. Comments, thoughts, and any questions you may have about anything at all drop me a line in the comments or at my e-mail address of Doug28352@yahoo.com. Take care, be safe, and Let’s Go, Brandon. I’ll see you on the other side.