A cool ocean breeze, “heart-shaped box” by nirvana, the crack of a baseball bat, the desire every once in a while to just be 7 years old again if only for an hour, a shiny new coin for my collection, wandering around Germany, finishing that last lap, lying in a hammock, the first bite kik wot, a peek at the ol' photo album, the first sip of a chocolate milkshake... and the last one, fixing it myself! Pez, a pat on the back, immaturity, a hug from Grandma (rest her soul), walking the Brooklyn bridge pedway, pouring rain when it's time to sleep, a smile in my direction, red tennis shoes, a good ab-busting laugh, “mystery science theater 3000,” a really good friend, a hardy swing on the swing set, feeling the summer night's breeze move in as the sun sets...
