Good story. I love the “Wa,,,?” lol

Amazing write, Sam. Great storytelling my friend, it’s always a plus when music is involved. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic work, my friend.

About the same time as your story, I was living in East Chicago, Indiana. Near Halloween there was a parade, and all the kids wanted to be in it. I had a play guitar, and my mom slicked my black hair back and drew some sideburns on me. My black leather jacket topped it off. As we walked, I was chosen for a talent contest at the local movie theater — like yours. A bunch of us lined up, a guy put his hand over our heads and people clapped. I won first place as Elvis — a little wiggle put me over. I won $10 too, so I figure I was the first paid Elvis impersonator ever! Ha! My mom kept half.

Oh, good write, as usual. I know I took up a lot of space, but that’s cheap online, huh?

Ha! I can just see little FlatDaddy Elvis with his hair slicked back. Thanks for reading.

Thank you. Hair was an important part of life for a lot of us.

This is scary but true. Nice spill here.

I cannot tell you how my stomach dropped when I saw they finally confirmed fatalities among the kids. I had so hoped there would only be injuries. I hate that this is now just reality for so many people and I hate that it feels like nothing can be done. I refuse to accept that as an answer.

I wish this wasn’t so accurate…

Tremendous work. Powerful.

Strong poem inspiring strong feelings. Wishing this weren’t happening. But wishing isn’t enough. Here in my state people can own a gun without a license even. Sickening.

John

Superb

Excellent write, Tim. Amazing work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Ahhh, Dear Tim,

Your Master Raconteur is showing his full glory in the soul of this exemplarily laid piece.

Especially impactful, how it’s recounted from the recollection of a fledgling lad by his grandfather’s side and grandmother’s caring hand, along with Labrador Brownie … sooo vividly exemplified, as though it all came form your own experience … and, within the boundless realm of your unique imagination, perhaps, it did.

Grammatically brilliant, a low sweep of my feather-crested chapeau to your golden pen, My Friend!
A work, no doubt, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, himself, would have envied.

Thank you ever-so gratefully and sincerely, Syr Author, for the shared pleasure of your intricately-blessed, artistic skills! ⁓ Richard🖌

Tim this is an truly great memory piece and is filled with the wonder of a lad just beginning to understand the world around him. Your narrative is as superbly scribed as it is vivid and memorable. Truly a work of art that is articulated with excellent literary skills. Your prose gift shines here. This spoke to me of a coming of age piece with the young boy trying to make sense of the world and events around me. Your ability with description both the of the scene the the boy’s thoughts as he saw it were superb. Truly great prose.

John

What an amazing and well-written story this is! You know how I love true tales from the past, and this one sure fits the bill. Your young thoughts are so familiar, and I know how it all had such an impact on you. Giants, knights and dragons surely would be expected in that cavernous place! I enjoyed this a lot.

Fiction? That’s even grander!