Okay, I've started over enough here. Everything I write is starting to read like some version of walking a mile to school. In the snow. With no shoes. Oh, I did walk a mile to school, but it only snowed once that I can remember, growing up in Florida. I had Jack Purcells, too. Sometimes Red Ball Jets.
It's not that I mind being out of style. I've almost always been that way. I've had a moment or two when fashion swerved and there I was. Never lasted.
Remember when everyone whistled, or even sang, as they strolled along the sidewalk or washed the car. I'm gonna start doing that again. Seems to me things were better then.
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