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WHERE IS SLO-MO?

Memories fade and blur as time goes by,
Some events just don’t come back no matter how hard we try.
Other things have clarity with all the details in just the right places,
For me it is SeaFair and the Hydroplane Races.

Now don’t get me wrong, I can’t give you the facts,
It’s only the feelings that are left intact.
On a Sunday in August with the sun blazing down,
We are at Lake Washington along with everyone else in town.

It’s the beginning of the 3rd heat and the competition is tight,
Every driver is planning how to hit the starting clock just right.
Bill O’Mara is building the tension for the big show,
Wait a minute, where is Slo-Mo?

The boats are now aligned and heading out of the north turn,
20 seconds to go; there is no time to burn.
We are jumping and crying and having fits,
Slo-Mo is still sitting in the Stan Sayres pits!

Fifteen seconds is all that is on the clock,
For all we know Slo-Mo is still sitting at the dock.
Every eye is turned toward the floating bridge,
With one last hope Slo-Mo will emerge.

10 seconds to go and the crowd starts to scream,
Slo-Mo’s roster tail now can be seen.
She is catching the pack and she is at full speed,
A few more seconds is all she will need.

Five second to go, will she miss the gun,
Our hearts are pounding; this really isn’t fun.
There goes the gun and they’re on their way,
Slo-Mo in the lead and that is where she will stay.