I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

I’ve replicated this 2020 calendar photo from December of that year. I’ve gone ahead and offered this cooling photo so that you can even once more, relish in the icy delights of such a character. Although we, as a family did venture forth, out into the dramatic frontier of YellowStone, I can’t quite recall much. I did indeed have a photographical memory going back to 1962-’63, I had thought for a while that my memory started to go when I started High School. Alas, I don’t like looking at photos, unless I’m bored, and alone. Even though I had proclaimed victory as far as the brick patio goes, I am not even 1/2 way home. I have decided to saw the corner post with a 3 inch space. I will then take the hammer of Thor, smashing that corner down as much as possible. As long as I don’t have to dig down past two, or three feet, I could potentially go back to Plan-A, which involved smashing that corner down, into the new hole that I started digging. I have let the younger nephew know that I would appreciate his help, at least by 10/20 of this year, anyway!

In the withered strands of well placed grasses, I found a dream in frosted glasses, no drink nor brine, from last years fasting, in a slimmer time for easy casting, the pale of faintly starlit chasms, I slip away to soft woven paths, in dreamlike states while the future’s grasp……………………………………………………………………