I had a nearly sleepless night Saturday into Sunday. I awoke for some reason shortly after two in the morning with the song, "Itsy-bitsy Teeny-Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" going through my brain.
That led me to remember the first time I heard at a high school football game while I was still in grammar school, which in turn led me to recall classmates from Mrs. Hilge's third-grade class, as well as Mrs. McGarry in fourth grade.
No idea why. And then I wandered mentally through my prep school years, revisiting some champion bastards, some of whom I wished dead at the time, and would be disappointed to learn today my wish hadn't come true.
I sorted through my memories of college, working for McGraw-Hill, joining the Air Force, and all the folks I served with, followed by all the people I've known since leaving the service over forty years ago. We're talking lots of people. I suspect there were times I fell asleep, as my life, even in retrospect, isn't that exciting,
When I awoke shortly before eight in the morning, I was exhausted even though I am pretty sure all I did was dream I was awake when I was actually asleep. As I sleepwalked through most of the morning and the rest of the day, I realized all I'd accomplished was to make for an even longer Sunday.
-bill kenny
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