Woke early this morning with a handful of broken fragments from last night\u2019s dreams, losing little shards as the day progresses, memories and images slipping through my fingers and lost for good. <\/p>\n
Here\u2019s what\u2019s left...<\/p>\n
...a heartfelt farewell from one of my clients, almost paternal in how touching his words are...<\/em><\/p>\n ...my wife and I stop off at a local bar set up in a aluminum trailer on the outskirts of town, an absolute shithole under new ownership \u2014 the proprietor is a short, pudgy twerp utterly clueless and out of place in his red satin tuxedo. I recognize him from a dream when I was very young, when he had a suave and menacing manner. His name is Kincaid. I haven\u2019t thought of him in thirty years.<\/p>\n While he vainly tries to chat up my wife, I\u2019m cornered by a heavyset woman in a ball gown. Despite her ragged, bottle blonde shag haircut I recognize her as an acquaintance from my local theater days. <\/p>\n I barely know her but she acts like I\u2019ve been on her mind every single day of the past ten years. She tells me she\u2019s singing now \u2014 the \u201ctalent\u201d to keep the patrons happy. I make the mistake of saying that we\u2019ll come by to hear her perform sometime, spurring her into an impromptu rendition of an old torch song. <\/p>\n She fills each note with so much feeling that I\u2019m mildly impressed \u2014 at least until she leans forward, putting her knee on the seat next to mine and. She takes my hand, staring deeply into my eyes as she sings...<\/p>\n ...I wake, a little embarrassed for her and a little puzzled by the reappearance of Kincaid after almost thirty years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Woke early this morning with a handful of broken fragments from last night\u2019s dreams, losing little shards as the day progresses, memories and images slipping through my fingers and lost for good. Here\u2019s what\u2019s left... ...a heartfelt farewell from one of my clients, almost paternal in how touching his words are... ...my wife and I stop off [\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[508,506,512,517,504,515,514,518,511,513,519,520,516,42,507,509,510,505,180,100],"class_list":["post-708","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dreams","tag-ball-gown","tag-bar","tag-blonde","tag-clients","tag-dive-bar","tag-drunks","tag-embarassment","tag-farewell","tag-fat-woman","tag-flirting","tag-goodbye","tag-holding-hands","tag-kincaid","tag-old-friends","tag-red-satin","tag-singing","tag-torch-singer","tag-trailer","tag-tuxedo","tag-wife"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/708","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=708"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/708\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":711,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/708\/revisions\/711"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=708"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=708"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tmcamp.com\/yesod\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=708"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}