Memorial Day May 29th, 2023

silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick regarding how yesterdays prurient laced introductions to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows. Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further, I inject humorous tidbit just gimme moment to unload and reach into psychological metaphorical knapsack particularly blue slimy hose, my keepsake to forcibly remove dingleberries birthed courtesy emergency pit stop without means and ways to clean derriere, a feeble and futile attempt. Haint no fallacy yours truly subsequently secured more powerful giant accouterment, while clinging for dear life perched atop ledger or edge er domain of clawfoot bathtub, (ah how convenient and timely smallish size Jacuzzi getup to appear) and lemme figuratively continue (closing) pathetic riffraff (apropos of nothing) riffling around mostly strewn with random tchotchkes and odd bubba's zayda's knickknack such as ahh... look here hocked wares, acquired ready to receive paddywhack giving dog(gerel) bonafied chops. Without warning be alert and on outlook for non sequitur verses asinine blather to blurt plus quite juvenile grown man here averse to prick thought processes of her/him who might peruse frivolous inane gibberish cuz precious effort ye exert to comprehend written contents alluding to metaphorical little squirt. I chose to memorialize, alas and alack atypical/unusual fond memory - argh, a sudden nostalgia attack many... countless years gone back livingsocial at 324 Level Road, elapsed good times, I can never buyback Gambone builders demolished complex edifice currently repurposed mansion manse courtesy vinyl city as Stella's Way boyhood address above, frequently seen dramatically transformed into aforementioned place name, which property originally christened Glen Elm, (within national registries) yours truly cannot easily callback. Noggin houses storied detailed information though I experience exercise in futility searching Internet, said webbed wide world absent information when Leipers lived circa early nineteen hundreds, though if mine perchance eyes espied absent estate... slack jawed stare would repeatedly sow sadness weighing me heart heavy as coalsack accompanying sorrow with attendant flood of tears, would make an immediate comeback impossible mission to stopper feeble, futile and lame counterattack, where sentimental reverie would carry me far away to Old Virginny, for no particular rhyme nor reason e'en attempting to write recollections might trigger tsunami immanent grievous childhood memories recollecting watching silent home movies, while chomping on crackerjack when I had real teeth, boot the Missus axed me to enliven herself regaling humorous instances, thus I cutback to... hardy potty times, the major drawback x amount of time elapsed summoning special occasions (surgeon general's warning such mental revisitations) fraught with onset, where perilous flashback will moost likely violently grip cerebral cortex analogous to puny chap (me) knocked unconscious courtesy searingly robust fullback, nevertheless impossible mission to restrain waterworks I intend to hijack, and hoop fully succeed tamping tears strong suggestion as encouraged by hunchback from Notre Dame Dublin known within these neck of woods as storied Paul Bunyan also alias Philanderer, (especially among superficially prim and proper, but actually debauched women folk), whose services regarding payback best abide, adhere, and afford to pay forward credo fore playbook. Said burly lumberjack with severe scoliosis, nonetheless quite self evident his outsize implement, (ye need not axe further questions) extinguishing problematic residue iterated further within mine playful ramble.