Anyone want to discuss their personal Snuffleupaguses (wasn’t it better when only Big Bird could see him?!)?

I had an imaginary older brother named David who I remember saving assembly seats for in third grade. It wasn’t that I did much with him– it’s just that he was there, a comforting, understanding presence. Maybe he’s who I now talk to when I’m scooting through market aisles talking to “myself.”

And while we’re on the subject– do kids have assemblies anymore?– the kind where the whole school comes in to sing or watch movies (God bless Jiminy Cricket– “I’m no fool, no siree, I’m gonna live to be 103. I play safe for you and me “cause I’m no fool”). We did the best “rounds–” not just Row, row, row your boat, but also White Coral Bells, and something about clocks that we all “ticked” in time. But I digress……