091313 #worm I can still remember wailing around in the creek below the pilot house, playing imaginary trumpet and sax, though. I can remember that. I can remember how the limestone felt beneath my feet, and how the water, not too trashy back then, sluiced in and among the slabs and invited you to hop, step, carom from island to island. I remember dry roasted peanuts and IBC root beer. I remember the Wurlitzer, singing, put another dime in the jukebox baby, although of course it was a quarter then, not a dime. I remember, angel is a centerfold. Na, na, na-na na na, na na na na-na na na naaa…