P O V - Point Of View 

In the mid-60s while I was still in high school, every kid whose parents refused to by him or her a GTO wanted (well, okay - had to be happy with….) a VW Beetle. Ugly as sin, so ugly they were cute - almost….

Anyway, at this same time in my life, I was a member of the “Pep Club” - not quite cheerleaders, this was the group in which those of us uncoordinated and not only not beautiful but not Mormon either wound up [um - caveat-time: I lived in Las Vegas, and the population at the time was PREDOMINANTLY Mormon….] It was fun, and it gave us the illusion of being part of the whole “jock and cheerleader” mystique.

What does this have to do with the post title? Well…. you know the mind does funny things, and this morning mine produced the juxtaposition of the VW Beetle with one of the Pep Club cheers from high school (Flee! Flee fly! Flee fly flow! Vista! Beet-beatly-oaten-doaten, Bo-Bo- badeeten-dotten…. You had to have been there….)

So here’s what I see:

A red Beetle leaving a city, “fleeing” for the mountains in the distance (okay, I’m seeing Munich - and the Swiss Alps), while you hear “Flee!” chanted in the background. Then slow-dissolve to sky and clouds with a hawk soaring: “Flee fly!” Next frame-switch to a river as you near the mountains: “Flee fly flow!” And finally, zoom in on the Alps or whatever: “Vista!”

With the “Beet-beatly” in the background, the little red Beetle tools happily off into the sunset….

Probably would never sell a car, but I found it an interesting and valid commentary on the associations a wandering mind can produce….