Squirrel Boy Lives

What a wonderful life I have as a child, ” …but I still do not understand.”, said the innocent grinning Squirrel Boy. It is all peanut butter and syurp, then it was peanut butter and honey, ever since Grandpa Ragland raised those bees, that got in my hair and stung my head. Maybe that quickened the loss of hair, besides the DNA coding. An elderly lady behind me at the Albert Hein grocery store, looked at me as I was sacking up the few items I purchased, and said, “Hello.” and smiled as if she knew me. She then smiled and said it again. I thought who is this person, who I have never seen before. Being mannerly without a thought, I said hello back to her. I left the store, which was inside the small plaza, and was walking down the bricked sidewalk back to the apartment, a strange feeling came over me, along with an even stranger thought, maybe this lady actually knew me in another life. And maybe somewhere in the cosmos Squirrel Boy Lives. Playing alone, but happily in the corner of the yard, under the large mesquite tree, making sure the wheels of his little car do not stray from the past grooves it made in the make believe streets of sandbox city, at 502 Thomas Street, Dublin, Texas, around 1955.

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