Life Before Children (LBC).
What was that?
Dim memories surface, then sink back down, like jewels in quicksand.
There they go, those memories...
No, wait!
Sports car leaps out of the mud, blue and gleaming. It grows large, sprouts wings and soars into the clouds. Disco music suddenly fills the air. Oh, oh, Aretha Franklin, Hot Tuna, Boz Skaggs. Waylon Jennings pulls up the commune on a magic carpet. What's that smell? Marijuana, the ocean, plumeria, lasagne. Motorcycle surfaces in roaring splendor, makes a mess, shouts sex and possibility. Sunday sighs, nothing to do but sleep in.
The jewels settle down, dot the surface, and sink
into 8/8/1988.
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