Death of a Slinky

Memories, in the corner of my mind… I lie in bed thinking of this song, daydreaming about the days I had something I now no longer have. The burial is over now and all I have are the memories, the memories of a slinky. A slinky that now lies below old tissues, pop cans, and […]

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Gimme That Ol’ Time 8-Bit Cartridge

Baseball is the American sport, many changes over the years, many heroes, and many memories. Nothing used to bring us closer to the game than a ticket to the ballpark. Within the past decade, another way was invented to bring us to the game. I received my first “ticket” on Christmas of ’88. Boy, was […]

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Little Red

Simon says raise your hand if you had a little red wagon when you were a child. Now put your hand down. Simon didn’t say! Now back to the subject. Of course you had a red wagon. I had one, you had one, the kid down the street had one, everyone had one. Growing up […]

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