It’s spring, and time’s a-wastin’. My thoughts turn to gardening… and to spring cleaning… and so, naturally, my eyes roll back in my head… and focus on… the innocent days of youth!
So, screw the dust bunnies! I’m feeling nostalgia, which rhymes with “myalgia”, with starts with an “M”, which reminds me of the word “mishmash”, which is a really good word that you just don’t hear anymore, which reminds me:
I miss M*A*S*H, and
I miss fireflies, and
I miss my mother, and
I miss when my brother thought babies came from ladies’ left armpits, and
I miss not-knowing what’s in hotdogs, and
I miss not-knowing there are homeless people and starving people and people dying or going blind for lack of clean water, and
I miss not-knowing there’s such a thing as female circumcision, and
I miss not-knowing that there are people who like bombs, and LOVE guns, and that our elected officials don’t give a damn what the people who elected them think, and
Wow, it’s been 30 years since M*A*S*H went off the air, 60 years since the Korean War didn’t end.
It’s spring. Time’s a-wastin’.
Did I mention I miss M*A*S*H?
(It’s my dirty little secret.)