It occurs...
The story, the store with the grape soda pop in the machine opened by the grand daddy. Fields of cows (now fields of townhomes.) While driving through them, excitedly bouncing up and down to Bette Davis Eyes in the backseat. Hey...Bette Davis Eyes reference...that's a CD to be listened as an adult to on the way out to Aldie, and beyond, to those NOVA places where one can dream of being the type who grew up among the horsey kinds of girls...North Carolina. (Before the teacher in NY who would hate the accent.) Old Tanglewood chapel. A man following three persons (woman, girl, younger sister) maybe during and definitely after the wasp that crawled into the soda pop can. Searing pain and the leggy thing flies off. So many tears! The puffy, painful lip. The fierce geese, driven by a lust for Fritos, terrifying the children (oldest aged six) and the mother laughing...The old locomotive train...Sweet the Sting
A live version of Sweet The Sting
Oh, okay, again, with pictures of fruit.
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