Genuine Italian Red Leather

Genuine Italian Red Leather

Let me see…to what could that refer? Could it be a purse purchased in Florence from a curvy black haired Italian vendor? Could it be a sexy pair of pants that proved a reward after months of dieting? Could it be a lusciously deep easy chair and ottoman spotted in the furniture store window months ago, laid away, and delivered after a last payment? No, no, and no.

My “Genuine Italian Red Leather” nom de plume refers to the stylish saddle of my zippy silver Vespa scooter. This writer is all about going overboard. Why take “standard” when “deluxe” is so much more fun? Maximize, magnify, supersize, first edition, first rendition, limited admission, all natural, all organic, all star, all the bells and whistles, surround sound, mega pixel, mega star, gold star, five star, first class, large mass…on my ass?

Yep, mass on my ass…well, actually tumor on my sacrum/hip/spine. Since then, I’ve gone overboard….yes, with stuff, but also (and most importantly) with life, friends, love, truth, and basically the universe. At this point you should start hearing Kenny Loggins, “For once in your life, here’s your miracle, stand up and fight, this is it….” As with most cancer patients and those of us who have had a pretty darn hard smack upside the head, we realize the importance of today. Talk is cheap on this subject, the words come fast through the ears or eyes, to the brain, but don’t often stick long enough in the heart and/or soul. It is with writing that I have found I can produce some spritual post-it notes that I can slather on or around the edges of my being.

This blog is my own virtual journey to invent or reinvent this scooter rider. I am beep-beep-ing down the highway (with motorcycle endorsement, SNEL approved hat, and gloves), ass and now shrinking mass planted stylishly on my Vespa’s Genuine Italian Red Leather saddle.