I’ve never been to Modesto. But someone in Modesto wants me. She calls at the most affective times, when my emotions are at their zenith. She calls, and I reach for the phone…inevitably, my line dies…as No Network invades my home again…and my old black phone moves one step closer to passing on to that Great Cell Tower in the Sky.
My Modesto princess has called me fervently- several times during her winter break, once at a critical point on New year’s Eve, and lately at that time of night when I long for the tender tuck-in of an angelic princess…only to settle for my fluffy pillow. She never leaves her name, which tells me that she may be my long lost love. I have dreamed of her, riding a plastic flotation device in the sparkling sunset, her lithe body tossed emotionally upon the passionate waves. I have dreamed…and wondered…will my Modesto princess call once again?
And, more importantly, will I reach her? Will my roaming signal alight on the screen with happy, celebratory bars? Will I ever get to speak with that tender voice that must be on the other end?
Or, will I live the rest of my life…day after day after day….longing for one more call from my princess in Modesto?