Christopher Skor

Playing pinochle with peas is the worst decision I ever made No one takes their turn when they are supposed to; I doubt they’ve ever played. Peas play pinochle, that much is true, but pinochle playing peas are not very good at what they do.

I remember the day when I moved away, it almost feels like yesterday. Now I move down the grade on the 118, and the hills no longer smile at me. Is this the place I left years before, when I packed a bag and walked out the door. With all the change that has settled in, our sins have increased to heroine? What happened to the olden days, before our youth began to pass away. Where a women’s worst fear was a stolen kiss…before Vincent Sanchez' detriment. There’s been murder in the park where the families play; and little to no Christ on Christmas Day. Remember when the Pledge of Allegiance was still in school? When did playing outside become uncool? Maybe this is just my point of view but I still feel there is something we all can do, to take us back the days I loved; where we rode bicycles and shot BB guns; where we had unlocked doors and trick or treat; when light-up shoes surround my feet.