Addiction Story #17, Pearly Gates Climbing Rose: Goodbye, Girl Scout Thin Mints

I am 60 now. It’s finally time to bid farewell — with a tip of Sis’s old green felt beret — to the annual Thin Mints. I’m not a girl anymore. Here is #17 in my flower-titled story series about sugar and overeating addiction.

Iconic Girl Scout uniforms through the years. I went as far as Cadettte (the third level) with my friends Maureen and Debbie, but we did not get official green skirts and white blouses. (I like that skirt even now.) Image from HERE.

I don’t like saying goodbye. Not to Dumont High School when it was time to move onto college, not to my mother when she died, not to Douglass College/Rutgers when it was time for real life.

I stood on the green Ravine Bridge near Voorhees Chapel, feeling its sway, knowing I’d miss it, miss the energy, fun, freedom, friendships….college had changed me, been a bridge to a new me. I had walked those wood planks many times, hurrying to a women’s studies or philosophy class by Antilles Field, or to sit on blue cushions at Sunday Mass. That bridge was a gift from the Douglass College Class of 1926. I stood and contemplated the plaque, the peeling green paint on the wood suspension bridge.

Time passes, people move on.

And the sweets in my life, the killer cookies, brownies, cakes, donuts, candy and crumb buns, can move right along now, too.

MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
’cause…