This was when the lagniappes were still in cassette tape form, so they may all be lost now. Maybe one copy of the tape will turn up as a flashback surprise, like the three bottles of wine and postcards I excavated from the garage. Standard Posted by uzbekcelia Posted on June 25, ...
One night we danced, the rain falling. Dishes in the sink, it didn’t matter. He took my hand and quickly we were outside, he pulled me in, closer. Easily he made me laugh, as drops landed, all around, the rain a sweet percussion to the melody he hummed in my ear. Water stream...
I don’t remember much of that night except wandering the empty store, buying nothing, hitting a Dunkin’ Donuts drive-through and getting some light and sweet coffee, and, as the sun was rising, the classic rock station playing Here Comes the Sun. There’s an achievement in itself to st...
The CD's innovative use of a 120 mm optical disc to store data digitally allowed for higher quality audio recordings compared to the analog formats of the time, such as vinyl records and cassette tapes. It employed a laser to read information encoded in tiny pits etched into the surface of...
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It was a busy morning,about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s came to the hospital. I heard him saying to the nurse that he was in a hurry for an appointment at 9:30.The nurse had him take a 36 in the waiting area, 37 him it would be at least 40
” Minutes would go by, before realizing that I could pop the cassette out of the player and listen to “adult” music. The DISCMAN came out sometime in the 1990’s, but I cannot remember when, exactly, because I was sharing my love of music with my children. I was not zoning out...
The fruit vomiting womb made of sulci and gyri, adorned with jewels which, when crushed with the hammer of self-awareness, birth milky mauve rivers of maggots and Gods.
The entire bar scene where a pregnant Hillary comes back into CC’s life used to get me, but now I pretty much hold it together until they start decorating the nursery. Sweet Hillary who is quiet and proper is determined to be a strong, single mother. And her independent, spirited friend...