Return of Memoryfest - Day 7/31

[bironic]

I owe some of you comments and will get to them, but not tonight. Am sick, I think. Or have a bizarre mid-winter allergy, which I suppose wouldn't be too bizarre after all, seeing as how it hit 70 degrees today.


7. Kindergarten

When I was five or six, my father needed to go to L.A. on business, so my family took a trip there. We visited the La Brea Tar Pits museum. Inside were exhibits on the pits, life-sized models of woolly mammoths and animations of extinct animals deep in the tar, straining to pull free. Outside, you could walk up to a railing in cement over a squared-off fossilized tar pit far below. I remember not wanting to go close to the edge, afraid I would fall in. My parents tell me I was terrified I would get stuck in the tar.

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[catilinarian.livejournal.com]

I remember that my little brother was terrified at the beginning of the first Gulf War. My mother had to make up a silly song about Saddam Hussein ("Saddam Hussein, you are a great big pain, we will send you down a one-way lane,") to make him feel better.

At the beginning of the second Gulf War, he was just eighteen and marching in Washington with a sign that said, "I Will Not Die For Your Daddy's Vendetta".

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

♥ to your brother.