Went to the local diner to get myself a malt. When the waitress brought it to me, she asked, “Do you wanna spoon?”
I answered, “Sure, what time does your shift end?”

As he walked along the sidewalk, crossed a street or entered the overcast at the base of a building, others stepped out of the way, avoiding him. It was easy to see that he was being shadowed everywhere he went.
And Lord help them when that shadow of his took the lead.
A day before Kip Addotta passed away at 75, I was listening to his 1991 song “Wet Dream,” which I first heard on the Dr. Demento Show. It brought the memory of the late Spring day in seventh grade, when Sister Phyllis asked me to write something for submission to the school newspaper:
Starvation Diet
Now the world,
Being Hungary,
Plucked Turkey,
Boiled in Greece,
With bits of Wales
And a lot of Chile,
Served it on China
And everyone ate!
Because it was considered too non-nonsensical, it wasn’t used. It’s languished in my pile of papers for nearly 46 years, until now.
Knowing that graduating from high school would be a watershed moment in life, I squirreled away items certain I’d be able to look back on with a sense of nostalgia. Many of these hold major importance like track medals, athletic letters, annuals, my class ring, etc.
Others seem less significant, but are jus’ as important like a pencil sold by the cheer squad and a candy wrapper from a chocolate bar bought as a band fund raiser. I also put away some Pee Chee folders, not realizing that one day students would be unable to buy these at the local five-and-dime or even a Walmart.
Why I bring this up and in all honesty, I don’t recall any Pee Chee folder having blue in its design. And I’m certain I would remember this, as not only were my grade school’s colors blue and gold, so were my high school’s colors.
Am I living another Mandela Effect or am I remembering wrong?