Sentences

My nightstand, once populated with important things like my Pap's WWII bible from, jars of Shea butter and a glass box holding prayer cards and trinkets, now looks like this.

I can recite classics like A Fly Went By - modified, of course, to remove references of killing - and Goodnight Moon and One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish (Black fish, blue fish, old fish new fish....). Sometimes it feels like all this sing-songy nonsense has pushed out important information, such as how to spell or be on time, or notice large gobs of food lodged in my hair.

But every now and again there is something special. I came across this shortly after Larry visited our John class, and chugged like a train over a sentence, and it still makes smile to myself when I read it aloud, which is often on days when my son is around.

There is no harmony in this sentence, and it rises & falls in all the wrong (but right) places.

That screechy-squeaky melody of marching bands that play off-key....

A brilliant grouchy sound.