From Jeff Munroe
Along about 1970, when I was in junior high,
A new friend invited me to hang out at his house.
Another invitation followed, to go downtown
for the Memorial Day Parade.
Who doesn’t love a parade?
In the car I noticed his parents looked older than my parents.
The mom wore a scarf over her dull gray hair
and the dad a dirty windbreaker over a sweatshirt.