Thursday, April 15, 2004



Later on last night, after I put the bathtub plumbing back together only to find more leaks and greater volumes of water, I stalked off into the night in search of alchohol. I found some at the Richfield VFW post, about a mile from my house. It had a very strange effect on me. As I sat there watching patrons work out their blues on a karokoe machine, I was overwhelmed with implanted memories of generations of veterans and their families. I closed my eyes and sipped my vodka sour and it was like I was watching 9 movies at once. They all had the following plot: A woman in a 1962 hairdoo is laying out food at a family picnic. Her husband has a uniform on. Everything is bright. Then the movie fasts forward to 1980 and the same people are in a dark bar playing russian roulette with Christopher Walken.
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