enumclaw – Going On 40

The Gravitron

Was it the sweet and sour scent from the Farman’s pickle factory that swirled with the smell of the spewing manure from the commercial-sized sprinklers that gave my hometown’s county fair its magic? Or was it the bracelet, that stretchy plastic paper band that, when it slaps on my wrist, acts like a key toContinue reading “The Gravitron”

Butterfly In The Sky

Needing an electrician for the parking lot of the building I work, the owner asked me if I knew anyone. “My Uncle,” I told him. Seeing someone I’m so fond of at my work both yesterday and today was lovely, even if he was 11-feet up on a ladder and relegated to the back parkingContinue reading “Butterfly In The Sky”