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We are the Old Ladies on the Loose. We picked the name for our little group. And we like the name.

That said, when a neighbor’s kid appears in my yard and says, “My mom told me to ask you this question because you are old,” it doesn’t exactly sit as well as one would hope.

“Is there a real Itchycoo Park?” That was the question. He asked the question as his head bobbed back and forth, ear buds plugged into his ears.

“Where did you hear about Itchycoo Park?” I asked, somewhat taken aback by the question. I mean, how many kids would have ever heard of Itchycoo Park? I guess I am old.

“I’m listening to the song. Is it a real place?” the kid persisted.

“It is,” I said.

“That’s a weird name for a park,” he said.

“The real name of the park is Valentine’s Park, but everyone, back in the day, called it Itchycoo Park because there were lots of Nettles in the park and lots of wasps.”

“What’s a Nettle?” he asked.

I pulled out my phone and found a picture of a Nettle plant, explaining to the youngster that the leaves and stems have little hairs that sting when you touch them and they make you itch.

“Was Itchycoo Park a fun place? Except for the Nettles.”

“It was,” I said.

“What did you do there?” he asked.

I smiled and not one to resist temptation, I said, “I got high.”

The youngster smiled and shrugged. Apparently, the child knew the lyrics to the song, if not the meaning. The kid looked at me quizzically. “Did you cry there?

“Nope. I never cried, but I fed buns to the groovy ducks there.”

The child smiled. “Just like the song! Can I go there with you sometime? I can ask Mom if I can miss out on school.”

The child was playing word games with the lyrics to the old song!

“Nope. Itchycoo Park is in England, too far for us to go.”

“Hmph!” the youngster said. Then he noticed my hat.

The embroidered words across the front read, “I like dogs and maybe three people.”

“Why do you always wear a hat?”

“To keep the sun off my face so…”

“Yeah. My grandma wears hats. Old people always wear hats outside.” He smiled. “Am I one of the people you like?”

“Not today.”

I smiled as the little bugger ran home, probably to tell his mom that I didn’t like him today, or possibly to tell her that I got high in Itchycoo Park. Whatever! Sometimes it’s all too beautiful.