Scenes from my childhood • There are many, many things throughout the day that don’t get to stay what they are, so to speak, but get the idiosyncratic redirect. Synapses gonna synapse and whatnot. Funny, sad, lovable, or stupid, I do sometimes feel like I have an excessive amount of popcorn associations flying around. So, for example, when I hear someone down the hall yell a drawn-out “Thaaaankyouu,” in my head I always complete the sentence: … for giving to the Lord!