The morning was the afternoon. It was one of those nights. I just wasn’t tired. I read for a while, turned off the light then turned it back on when I couldn’t fall asleep. It was close to six when I finally turned off the light and fell asleep. It was noon when we woke up, the dogs and I. Despite the time, I chose to approach the day leisurely. Two newspapers, an onion bagel and two cups of coffee later, here I am.

On my dance card is my usual Monday concert. We’re doing the color book. I also need gas and dog food.

The day is dark, cloudy and damp. I think it might have rained as the plastic on the papers was wet. It is 75° right now and showers are predicted.

I remember two strange finds when I was a kid. The first was in the woods beside the field below my house. It was a tiny shack made from odd sized boards. The entrance was a hole. There was one window cut out of the wall. The floor of the shack was dirt. Inside was a small stack of magazines. They were girly magazines.

The next find was in a green, large wooden box beside the tracks and on the corner of the road. Across the street was the red store. Inside the box was a couple of stacks of comic books with string tied around each. The comic books included Little Lulu, Henry, Superboy and some other 50’s comics. We sat on the ground and read a few. We took them, employing the kids’ philosophy of finders keepers.

I always jumped over the rail ties which had a double 00 on them. We thought the double OO’s were as dangerous as step on a crack, break your mother’s back so, because I did not want to be responsible for my mother’s injury, I jumped.

Name calling hurts. When I was a kid, they were the weapons of bullies. I used to retaliate and say over and over, “Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me,” even though they did. I remember being in the fifth grade and defending my friend who was in tears because she was being bullied. I asked the kid to stop, and when he didn’t, I punched him in the face. He stopped. We were sent to the principal’s office. I explained, and the principal said the next time I should tell someone. He got punished.

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