Marsha and I are driving down a snowy road. Marsha is driving. We go to a lodge on a lake that has good sized waves. Some kids are there. I talk to a six year old girl. She wants some candy. I say there isn’t any. It’s a paradise of our dreams tempered by reality.
My brother, who is my son, Kevin, come in with four or five of his friends. We all sit around a table and eat. The group talks about different bands. I speak up and talk also. I then clean off the dishes from the table. I then wash a pie tin. Marsha and I are about to go.