Post-Script

I guess it would sort of be appropriate to say that, after mentioning Otter Pops in my last post, they really do figure more prominently in my youth than almost anything else I can think of. So do receipts (insofar as I used to eat them, a lot) and brown sugar (which I used to inhale very sneakily out of my pink Hello Kitty Twin Stars cup while riding around on my splatter paint Huffy bicycle).

Man, I miss being six. Or seven. Or just being a kid. I bet I was more rascally than you.