but you do it every, single time.

Back in the 80’s my mother’s head was full of curls; one curl sprang out from the next shaping a dozen roses, then rain clouds after he died. And those glasses! A little too big now according to modernity, but that was then and this is now; bifocals, too, were modish at some point in time. And somewhere during the time referred to here, those soulful crooners, The Temptations, appeared (yet again) with a new album. I didn’t altogether care for them, preferring the Four Tops instead; however, driving to school, doctor’s appointments, “errands,” as he would say, the four of us, piled into the back, all trying to avoid the “middle seat,” did not have a choice.