Ode to Deans

Dena fa fina fee fi fo fafina da Dena! This is how I enjoy greeting you Dena. For what now, a decade? I’ve said hi and distorted your name. Do you let anyone else call you Deans? Do you know I even call another friend Sabeans in a take on your nickname? Yeah, Deans you’re one of my longest-lasting friends, from why back – the housing office of UCF, right?

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Skatetown USA

We’re gonna do the limbo, the real limbo rock, and do it the only way it should be done – on roller skates! That’s right, no Rollerblades, no “in line skakes”, not even in sock feet. No, it’s an old-skol skating rink and we’re doing this right, in 1970’s roller skates.

Or I’m trying to do it right, and not break my neck in the process. Back when the idea was put to me, a night of roller skating, I was all excited that I’d get a chance to roller derby again. Backward skate, reverse directions, even limbo, all the fun/cool things I did as a kid in the hallowed Skatetown USA down the street.

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There goes the neighbourhood

Crack! Boom! That sound, its stately old pine trees snapping like twigs in the jaws of a land-clearing (bucket loader) bulldozer. Crunch, rumble, rumble. That’s the sound of the bulldozer pushing years of palmetto and pine growth into one big pile, soon to be taken away to places unknown. The trees, maybe to a lumber yard, the palmettos, the dump I bet.

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