Interpreting the Signs
On special Saturdays in the early eighties, when electric cowboys competed with Pac-Man (and Ms. Pac-Man) for the pinnacle of pop culture, my brother and I played “Love Boat” in the rumpus room with the Robinson girls while our parents prattled and picked at crab dip and crackers in the kitchen. The supersized sofa became the cruise ship, with the bean bag, La-Z-Boy, and coffee table doubling as Acapulco, Mazatlan, and Puerto Vallarta. Andy was “Gopher,” and I settled for “Doc,” though I secretly wished to mimic “Julie,” a role claimed by Lauren or Allison. Lizzie the calico cat could be any sun-kissed celebrity lounging on the lido deck. After meandering through our makeshift Pacific Ocean, we preteens hatched plots for even more pleasures-- perhaps the community swimming pool or even a cheese and sausage pizza from Benvenuti’s. We’d scramble upstairs to present our pleas with faltering finesse, having concocted the formula: “‘We’ll see’ means yes.” “‘Maybe’ means no.” With our success rate flatlining below fifty percent, divination was definitely best left to psychic hotlines and the Magic 8 Ball. —Adrian Slonaker Language professional Adrian Slonaker lives in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada. Adrian's work, which has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize, has appeared in Ponder Savant, Gnashing Teeth, Keeping It Under Wraps and others. This poem is scheduled to appear in WINK: Writers IN the Know magazine, issue 22 (Spring 2024). Adrian is a long-time regular contributor to WINK.