My little story, below, linked to week 36 of Saturday Centus is perhaps a more preferable kind of insanity.
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When I was child, my Father occasionally took me to visit my Aunt Myrna in a place he called the “Looney Bin’.
I was always afraid of Aunt Myrna. She babbled and drooled and told my Father over and over again, “I don’t know why I’m here. I did see the flying pigs! I did! And a big shiny space-ship. And snow almost a foot deep in Phoenix.”
For years, I’ve buried these disturbing memories.
But this morning when I walked onto my back patio and saw my citrus trees adorned with inches of pristine snow, they all returned.
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