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Getting “Rocked” isn’t exactly what I expected

Posted by on Monday, December 18th, 2017 @ 8:05 pm.

Prior to checking the mail the other day I only knew the term “Rock” to be linked with Rock-n-Roll.

I might be showing my age and/or personality here, but when I was younger, I connected Rock-n-Roll with some butt-kicking music, heavy on the drums, overdone on the guitar and way overboard on the subject matter.

I’m thinking something along the lines of KISS, AC/DC, as in “Rock n Roll All Night and Party Everyday” and “You Rock Me All Night Long.” 

Stuff like that.

And as I got older and was introduced, via your tax dollars, to the ways of the world in general, I associated Rock-n-Roll with what happens when you light-up some very deserving individual(s) with a fully-automatic musical instrument of another make and model.

I myself was fond of the classics, such as the ever-popular AK-47, M203 grenade launcher, M-16, M2 flamethrower, M-60 machinegun with a little M-911 45 caliber handgun thrown in for good measure.

And the smell that wafts all around following such a concert is simply unforgettable.

And that’s just the short list.

But apparently, as I stare down my Golden Years (a la David Bowie), not only have I had to come to terms why I can’t hear very well out of my right ear (pick one or more of the listed items off the pair of lists above), but I now have another association to make when it comes to Rock(ed).

So there I was, standing on the tiny front porch of our Harrisburg cottage-like residence, looking down at this oval rock someone had been nice enough to plop right outside our door.

And on this rock was painted a mock-up of a Disclosure front page complete with headlines and teasers at the bottom of the Flintstone-like newspaper page.

Usually everybody gets upset when someone calls me or the newspaper or the online version or even our cats bad names.

I usually take it all in stride and figure Freedom of Speech means everybody has it even though some are rude in their use of the right. 

Contrary to how it appears on Facebook, I rarely get upset when someone jabs.

So I take the rock into the office and my lovely bride explains that I have been “Rocked.”

I informed her that getting “Rocked,” back in the day, didn’t have anything to do with real rocks and that it wasn’t something you could usually walk away from.

“It’s funny, hon,” she explained. “It’s a thing.”

“A thing?” I asked.

 “Yep, people paint rocks and leave them places,” she said. “I’m not sure why. It has something to do with social media.”

“Maybe that’s why I don’t get it,” I said.

I went on to explain that I am not what many describe as a ‘social creature.’

I don’t do holidays, I don’t need friends, I do not bond well with others, I do not like to attend parties, barbecues, get-togethers (whatever the heck those are) and I don’t participate in most social media and definitely not reindeer games.

“You just need to mellow out in your old age,” claimed my bride.

I explained I do not mellow, I do not chill, I do not calm down and I don’t intend to take sensitivity training to figure out how.

And if folks can’t accept that then they just don’t know Jack. Ha!

And then I excused myself, advising that I was going to pack a bag, head to the hills and enjoy some good old “Rock-n-Roll!

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