In this chapter I will discuss how my parents put me and my brother in the back of a station wagon sans seat belts (America was reckless in those days) and drove to the Seattle Worlds Fair. My brother and I pretended we were smoking cigarettes the whole time. I was five. He was three. On the way there I tasted cherry pie in a restaurant and became obsessed with cherry pie. When we saw the Space Needle for the first time, I told my dad that I was pretty sure people were sitting inside the Space Needle, eating cherry pie.
While in Seattle we stayed with a family who lived on a farm-ish thing with a donkey who apparently thought he was a rooster, because he brayed every morning at the same time and woke everybody up.
Dude. That was some donkey.