The Newty Bug Girls

The Newty Bugs was a north Bath family gang of kids that rode Mr. Preble's school bus to North Primary, Washinton Primary and Huse Memorial. The matriarch was Kathleen in that same bright red lipstick that her Mama wore. She was a real beauty at 12 going on twenty one. They looked like sisters more than the five younger daughters did. She and her next in line commander, Geri ruled the roost over the brood when Mama or Daddy weren't available. They had been very well trained. Ed's little Margie wasn't as small as Hank's nor as hard working as the other Ed's but the fact that there were three Margie's within a north Bath mile should have told me that I could be rolling in clover and destined for greatness. I was the beginning when it was IN and the end of the beginning when I was Newton. Not too many follow me but I do know where I am and where I'm going.
     This isn't the Holy Bible but I call it holy hell. I am fourth in a line of eight Newty Bugs. Daddy always called me Bevie. Who in Hell, do I think I am? I am all that I believe that I might be. Until you can prove that I.m wrong, I will continue to believe that I am right. I have survived fifty years of the last millennium in Hell, Maine. That is a vast triangular  slice of American Pie that borders Downeast and some of it's points. I am a diamond beacon of HOPE. I have been forged but I'm not fake. I've never enjoyed the heat so I try to maintain my own cool. What is sharper and stronger than steel? I am tempered like razor sharp steel to slice cleanly right through denial. I know what happened whenever I ask my father or mother. If they don't know, they learn as I do.
     I was told that there was a time and a place for everything by many adult role models. It's how they told me to settle down or let me know that I was inappropriate. No one thinks that your opinion matters in the scheme of things unless they elect you to speak for them. Some did because I know what I'm addressing. I try to get the facts because good reporters USED to. See, how USED is the key word in that idea? There is nothing NEW in USED but they sure do grow on you. In a throw away world, we have really made one Hell of our world messes. If we recycled people rather than things and learned to appreciate each other, wouldn't that be heavenly? I have a granddaughter named Heaven Lee. Hope is her middle name. She never knew how important Hope was to her father.