Clouds like brushstrokes or aurora, hazy crescent moon.

Broke out the last of the Orange Dry soda, may move on to harder stuff shortly, tea, cocoa.

My mom didn't appreciate being reminded of the Barrel of Fun, told her about the time my dad had to staunch a cut on his hand with a tampon at Disney World to take her mind off it.

Skee Ball, damn.

Hell, fucking hell.

Damn damn damn.

Remember the night & the Tennessee Waltz.

There was a swing ride called that at Opryland, across from the Skee Ball.

Tiltin' Hilton, Angle Inn.

Wonder if my mom ever fell down in there.