Benny, Ramey and Stymie, wonder where they are now. Actually, they were imaginary playmates and friends of mine, we went everywhere together. If we went out to eat, they came along. On vacations, the four of us sat in the backseat of the old Packard Clipper. Benny, who was my best friend, like me, loved those vacations in Michigan. He liked catching those Perch we pulled out of Burt Lake.
Stymie liked to spend time in old John Greenman's store, the aroma in there, I can still almost capture it today. John smoked Rum Soaked Crook cigars, and that combined with the aroma of the Cedar logs that the store was constructed of, the produce, the other aromas, can still capture those today.
I don't remember when those three branched out on their own, or where they went, and I'm not sure when it happened, it was probably gradual.
Not sure why I am thinking of them today, they just popped into my mind, had not thought of them for many years. I wonder where they are now, old Benny, Ramey and Stymie, my old friends.
