Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Sputnik Soup

North, South, East and West. Eskimos, de old folks at home, Manhattan skyscrapers and cowboys. Maybe my mind doesn't work like yours. I was wired for another century, another world. As dignity grows fainter in history's rearview I grow wistful. Sentimental.

The therapist asked, "Ronny, would you consider that you're more sentimental than she is?"

Upon reflection, I'm more sentimental than everybody. Dang.

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