Don Lively


The digital thermometer/ clock was alternating between the temperature and the time as I sat idling in front of the bank building that it adorned. It was taunting me. Teasing me. Tempting me to get out and smash it to smithereens. 95 degrees. 1:51PM. 95 degrees. 1:51PM. 95 degrees. You’ve seen them, you understand. As if my sweat-soaked shirt and […]

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