by Dylan Weiss | Feb 2, 2022 | Sky Writings with Electra
Once again Dave and I are seated in Dr. Who’s office. Dave stares vacantly out the window while I anxiously await the results of the “mean machine’s” symphonic scan. Fearing the inevitable “fate knocking at the door,” I tell myself, “change your focus.” The rhythmic...
by Dylan Weiss | Jan 20, 2022 | Sky Writings with Electra
Dr. Who, dwarfed behind his massive desk, continued asking me questions. He didn’t include Dave in the conversation, so my immediate reaction was ‘I don’t like this guy.’ He simply dismissed my husband, assuming Dave was unable to understand and/or participate on any...
by Dylan Weiss | Jan 10, 2022 | Sky Writings with Electra
Last week I gave a wistful goodbye to my young, handsome Dave before climbing into Electra along with the other passengers. We settled into our seats. Electra’s cabin grew quiet. Each passenger withdrew into a space of private thoughts. As for me, I reflected on the...
by Dylan Weiss | Jan 3, 2022 | Sky Writings with Electra
Recall that we all needed a rest after last week’s jolting ride on the “Dodgem” and opted for a picnic break. I already knew what yummy foods Mom had packed in her wicker basket, so I wasn’t surprised to find fried chicken, bread and butter sandwiches, relishes, hard...
by Dylan Weiss | Dec 22, 2021 | Sky Writings with Electra
Last week, after making our way through the Fun House, I announced, “We will stay in 1965 until the beginning 2022. “So, Electra, still parked along the shoreline of Lake Erie, awaits while I, along with Dave and my passengers, linger at Euclid Beach for two more...
by Dylan Weiss | Dec 15, 2021 | Sky Writings with Electra
So, we exit, dizzy from the swirling star studded finale of our surreal Laff in the Dark experience, staggering out, ready or not, to be lured by, larger than life, Sal with her unnerving gapped-tooth laugh. Rushing past creepy Sal, we’re on to the “Fun House,” a walk...
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