Oakland: Colorado County

A Longmont Turkey Smell 

The playground smelled, like rotten school food left in the sun, we chocked, coughed, wheezed. We ran. We hoped to avoid kisses from little girls.   They had kisses that would ruin us.   We stood near the principal. He spat near the bike rack.  We spat often, onto the gravely play-ground.  The bell rung: recess over.  (15:356) 


*The Smell was brought to us by the processing plant at Longmont Foods. The smell, of turkeys being processed, would be quit awful.

Under my Parents Stairs.... I listened to Whale Songs....

Back in the day... Under my parents stairs to their bedroom, I would listen to albums on a plastic Fisher Price Record Player.  It was my space for creative thought, and to be introduced to the sounds of Whales, Marlboro Country, and Run DMC.  The Fisher Price record player did not have head phone jacks so the small house would be filled with the big sounds I chose.   That's how I came up in the suburbs... at 421 Bowen Street, in a town called Longmont Colorado, in a state of the union Colorado, in a country called United States of America. (art provided by Art a Whirl)