Sometimes, I wonder why things don’t feel the way they used to feel. What is it about getting older that makes that happen? I think of myself now, I’m in high school, and it’s a Sunday, late in the afternoon, and I’m on the floor in front of our 25-inch color console television, and maybe the Cardinals are playing the Cowboys, so maybe the background is Cowboys Stadium with its giant hole in the roof so that the field is covered in fading sunshine and growing shadows.
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