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michaelboy) wrote2026-02-08 08:50 pm
michaelboy) wrote2026-02-08 08:50 pm
Somewhere in a 1970’s bedtime
If I knew,
Oh boy blue.
Sometimes, I would simply stare at the print of The Three Musicians on my bedroom wall and wonder about the living man who wore a beret. Why did he paint that way? Why did it make me feel good just to look at something that simple and that complex? Afterall, it was just a bunch of lines and color messed around on a piece of paper, and it was more.
In the days of AM, on many nights, I listened to O’Brien on WCFL (and sometimes even Quatre-Vignt Dix from Canada) -- on a Lloyd's analog clock-radio. Those radio waves bounced around the ionosphere at night and somehow made it all the way to the Ohio Valley, not just for me... but it felt that way.
I’d wonder how far Chicago was and just how windy a Windy City could really be. Were folks walking around with wind-broken umbrellas? Did the litter scatter around the streets in wind devils or was this just stupid capricious fancy?
Sometimes I’d pull down my NASA FACTS brochures from the bedroom closet and look at pictures of the Gemini, the Apollo and of all the rovers and probes.
For several years, one of the spindles in the headboard of my bed was loose and to calm myself before sleep I would twist it back and forth -- causing it to squeak. It was a comforting routine. One day, for whatever reason, I decided to work a little Vaseline into the joint at the bottom end of the spindle. After that, it never sqeaked again.
I will always regret silencing it
Oh boy blue.
Sometimes, I would simply stare at the print of The Three Musicians on my bedroom wall and wonder about the living man who wore a beret. Why did he paint that way? Why did it make me feel good just to look at something that simple and that complex? Afterall, it was just a bunch of lines and color messed around on a piece of paper, and it was more.
In the days of AM, on many nights, I listened to O’Brien on WCFL (and sometimes even Quatre-Vignt Dix from Canada) -- on a Lloyd's analog clock-radio. Those radio waves bounced around the ionosphere at night and somehow made it all the way to the Ohio Valley, not just for me... but it felt that way.
I’d wonder how far Chicago was and just how windy a Windy City could really be. Were folks walking around with wind-broken umbrellas? Did the litter scatter around the streets in wind devils or was this just stupid capricious fancy?
Sometimes I’d pull down my NASA FACTS brochures from the bedroom closet and look at pictures of the Gemini, the Apollo and of all the rovers and probes.
For several years, one of the spindles in the headboard of my bed was loose and to calm myself before sleep I would twist it back and forth -- causing it to squeak. It was a comforting routine. One day, for whatever reason, I decided to work a little Vaseline into the joint at the bottom end of the spindle. After that, it never sqeaked again.
I will always regret silencing it
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