Porcelain honeys with french legs, peeking under their maiden skirts. Singing in a broadway revue at the top of their lungs. The young girl in a farmers dress sits at the end of the dark mahogany table — surprised and astounded, as she waits for a palatial dinner. A candle with an indomitable smile swirls about, the…

The camcorder took it all in. Howling like a yoga class full of Golden Gate suicide chanters. Woosh, praying for more hope on the other side. Or the underbelly of the tourist link. Bridging from the vast ocean to the tiny point on which San Francisco meets Sausalito. In my mind, the tape plays over again. I’m 4…

Knuckles white, I grip the metallic cart with terrible excitement. Tick, tick, tick, tick — our cart moves higher and higher on these clown-red tracks. Higher and higher we go. I feel my stomach lifting up out of my chest. Whoosh! The fragrance of popcorn smashes into the cold air at top speed. At the…

The roar of the caged tiger reverberates through the carnival walls. A thousand voices claw for the attention for your ears — melting into a sea of sound. Buttery popcorn wafts from the seats below you, as you scratch the top of your left hand in hot anticipation. Sweaty, moist bodies, it’s about time to take off…

“Secret”

An innocent young man sings in a British accent. Sounding far-away, back into the recesses of the pre-adolescent 60s. A jangly guitar twangs out, as the 3 part harmony responds. It sounds like the soundtrack to the intro montage, of a teenage boy rummaging through his dresser, as his mom cooks breakfast downstairs.