Running for Your Life: Shower Sponge

Like dreams, ideas, involuntary, inadvertent, come to you during a shower.

Trick is to remember them, and if your better angel intervenes, to write them down.

One was about being a child, discovering music.

We didn’t have much of intrinsic value in those days. But we did own a top of the line chesterfield, a Sklar, deep navy with woven flower design that simply sparkled a decade after purchase when my dad removed the cushions’ plastic coats.

And a Grundig stereo console.

They both must have set my parents back a pretty penny.

The first song I remember hearing from that stereo was “Please, release me, let me go …”

My inadvertent shower thought, 50 years on, the updated refrain would go something like this:

“Please, beneath me, let me glow … “

Feel free to fill out the rest of the stanza …

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