This morning on the way to work I caught a glimpse of the giant metal globe left over from the World’s Fair in 1964. I have some very clear memories of the World’s Fair. I remember “it’s a Small World”, I remember screaming my head off in terror during the General Motors ride which consisted of GM cars moving around the building without a driver, and I remember screaming my head off in frustration because I left my plastic Sinclair Oil dinosaur in the aforementioned car. And if I remember correctly, at some point we misplaced my brother. But I might have made that last one up. I see that globe everyday but lately it’s hit me like a sucker punch, that this was 50 years ago. What the…how can that be? Holy Crap, I’m having a little trouble catching my breath! #%^*~! I am pissed off! And terrified. Not fair! Not fair! I’m just starting to figure out stuff! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Ok, I’m good. Just doing a little deep breathing. Gathering my wits…and enough steam to scream my head off.

Red-headed Woman Howls at the Moon carynjune