Memories and Mars Bars

a jar of cold pickles a bunch of needed napkins memories of a time of less rust when feeling safe was the norm and flannel pajamas was my rave a bowl of butterscotch discs a big ole snaggletooth smile on my face memories of a time of cheaper prices when saturday mornings was a grand vibe and flannel pajamas was my rave an old fashioned southern breakfast grandma style ice cold orange juice made from that frozen can thingy memories of good music on one good radio station when a candy store was either right up the street or right around the corner and flannel pajamas was my rave a trip to that duff's smorgasbord buffet restaurant a good bit of naughty grease on the coat of my best sunday suit memories of family focused on family and not plugged in or charged up devices when familial love, togetherness, and unity meant something way deeper and polyester pajamas was my alternative rave