Me Jane!!!

Its Sunday morning, I'm sitting at the kitchen table, back porch is open and Helen of Troy Humidity, has attacked my hair!!! I love to wake up with the doors open, and hear nature, and will soon close the doors before nature kicks my ass.
Watching the clock, to make sure there is a Sunday Mass, up the road, that I can get to. I will take my Mali beads with me, and pray for everyone. God is so good to listen.
What is really on my mind this morning, is Tarzan, yes, Johnny Weissmuller, Tarzan. Yesterday, early, I happened upon a Tarzan movie, or at least what they call a Tarzan movie. Tarzan wore a shirt and cutoffs, for most of the movie, and did not even have a tree house. He was handsome, but looked too educated. He didn't swim, or fight alligators, or rescue Jane. When he yelled, they used, Johnny Weismuller's voice. I screamed at my Bill to come look at this horrible Tarzan!!!! My feelings were crushed. I wanted the real Tarzan, one of my first loves. You see, me Jane!!! My friend, Jimmy Kennedy, and I would play Tarzan daily. I think , at times, I would play all parts, including Boy!!! He and I would memorize all the dialogue, and recite the entire movies. We would build rope swings, and tree houses, and play until forced to come home. We graduated later, to horror flicks both thought we sounded just like Vincent Price!!! The summers of our youth, were devoted to Tarzan. Yesterday's bad movie, brought back wonderful memories, and a strong desire to practice my Tarzan Yell!!!! Thank you Johnny Weismuller, you were my king of the Jungle.