kvetching up

Entry 1 The best boy. Early Friday mornings wth Willow are pleasant. It's a bright and cool pre-sunrise, reminding me of showing up early in the morning at the fair. I loved going to county fairs when I was growing up. I would go to "The Puyallup" several times a year well into my 20s. The charm, I guess wore off after that. I fell in love with the fair again with the arrival of kids. Whatever illusion of charm I was convinced as a child was exuded as the bucolic charms of the fair, I understood was subsumed by the Jack Daniel's mirrors, the deep fried twinkies, the Ginsu knives and blaring pop music. Still, even now, days like this fill me with nostalgia. There is a smell to early summer mornings that also take me back to working at camp. Alone, I would leave whatever cabin I was in charge of and wander over to the mess hall to get the terrible camp coffee. At times one or two of the people who ran the camp would be out, but usually I would be alone, walking between ...