5 years old or 6 maybe

It was before we carpeted the living room
the record player, or maybe the radio,
you were dancing
socks sliding on the hardwood floor
freshly mopped and dried
I do not remember the song
you were very young
so was I
It was the only time 
I ever saw you dance

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I wanted to sell out or a moment of reverie from a middle aged tech worker.

The row on row of IBM Selectrics clacking the smell is still with me hanging like the memory of disappointment 3rd period typing. The dot com bubble still a decade or more away why the hell would I want to learn to type? I wanted to be a boss not a slave. To be young again.

Conan The Barbarian

What is best in life? He bellowed the question, and the answer is simple: the smell of fresh brewed coffee the taste of bananas from a bowl of Cheerios the delicate crunch of warm buttered toast this is what is best in life, Conan.

I am not afraid of bees

Front lawns required time, labor, and money They were meant to be remote and awe inspiring. They obscure as well as protect. Which was where they waited. Ambush. a painful memory, a small hole, a wound in the grass filled with them. Laughing and chasing bubbles, then pain and screaming. Grandmother held me down, crushed them as they stung me. Inside my clothes, you could not simply brush them off. Later, she burned them. She taught me how to do it. You wait until night, when air and ground are cool when they are sluggish Use Kerosene. it does not explode like gas. You'll need a rag. Walk softly for they can feel vibrations. She smiled, her bony finger pointed at the burned out grass "Those ones will not hurt you again. But be careful, there may be more. I bought extra kerosene." all of it came back to me I crushed them burrowing into the dogs coat. I could not simply brush them off. From a distance, it looked like he was dancing. My wife...

In some ways, wandering in the desert

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