I hate flash backs or Sunday daydreams. I still get them. I just pressed my finger against some leftover fried shrimp crumbs on a large frying pan. The flash was intense. It was back in the 70s. My best friend Lynn and I use to go to H. Salt Fish & Chips. We would walk or ride our bikes to Ventura and De Soto for a couple of containers of left over fish crumbs. It came free with a coke as a necessary cure for the munchies; because our eyes were as red as the H. Salt Fish & Chips sign. The salt and vinegar fumes mingled with constant vibrating laughter of our speaking in tongues by a couple of silly valley girls about 14 or 15 years old.
