Pinwheels and Potholders

While gleaning yesterday from today I found an old friend, dusty and chipped, back in the day we weren't just directionless kittens but "budding" congressmen, doctors and convicts... sitting around a whirling tie dyed circle sharing a glass tube filled with happy grass minds dabbling between tidepools of freedom and the coming tsunami of responsibility. For a brief time we held back the atomic bomb of life clinging to the last pinwheel of childhood with an eight track of Z.Z Top and a Mexican gold potholder... 5/9/20