ANNNE FARMER
I grabbed the dog and walked down to the corner market. The shagginess and unruly nature of my dog remind me of my youth. No one would want him or me then. The morning air freshened as I sat in front of the market with coffee and paper. https://anchor.fm/david-young7/episodes/ANNE-FARMER-e557dl I grabbed the dog and walked down to the corner market. The shagginess and unruly nature of my dog remind me of my youth. No one would want him or me then. The morning air freshened as I sat in front of the market with coffee and paper. A small article on the entertainment page caught my eye, “Jack Ely Dies.” The article went on, “Ely famous for singing Louie Louie…” Our old high school song, I thought. It was sung at every football game and dance. The memory threw me back to those times. Awkward and an outcast, they were long years for me. A small article on the entertainment page caught my eye, “Jack Ely Dies.” The article went on, “Ely famous for singing Louie ...